Keily climbed her rolling ladder, which groaned under her confident weight. She didn't reach for a self-help manual or a thin volume of poetry. Instead, she pulled down a massive, leather-bound history of ancient constellations , its spine cracked and smelling of starlight and dust.
Fat Keily is not a weight-loss story. It is a story about the weight of other people’s opinions. It succeeds because it refuses to offer easy redemption. In the end, Keily is still fat. But she is no longer sorry about it. And that quiet, defiant posture is the book’s greatest victory. Fat Keily Book