Commodity fetishism: A dialectical take on capitalism and wellbeing
Me aged 16 when I was nearing my thinnest Looking in the mirror, I watch the person in front of me. I move my leg, their leg moves as well. I point a finger forward. They point back at me. I take a step back. They are a step back from where they were before. I observe their appearance taking note of the scant physical form they take: very slim (in fact painfully so), this further made apparent through noticing their very small stature at no more than 5'4, with prominent cheekbones and a very visible collarbone jutting out. Their bones are easily feelable, and their flat chest and their almost concave tummy are very clear to see. Their flesh appears to be wearing away from their ribs, with what remains of it tightly clinging on closer to the bone, as if in fear that it would literally melt away. Their strength and energy wanes and their expression is one of awkwardness and discomfort. This rapid convalescence leaves its mark on this victim in the same way that sand and salt from the...