As I read the memoir that I chose, I find odd connections between the story and my personal life. Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia, is a tragic book, portrayed in a blunt way. I connect with Marya Hornbacher in a general way, because I feel that I want to help her. I believe that nothing is worth a person's action of self-harm. It makes me realize that I am a confident person, despite looking like a timid girl. I do not care what others say about me, because it does not matter and I know myself better than any other person. It shows me my strength and lack of a self-conscious behavior. Marya Hornbacher stated that she was fat at the age of five, while I was munching on bags of chips at the same age. I realize how different our lives our, along with our thought patterns. I feel that if one is happy and healthy, then there is nothing to be concerned about. If I tell myself I am happy, and someone calls me fat or ugly, it does not harm me as much as people who have not convinced themselves of their own contempt with themselves. Marya Hornbacher had unstable thoughts from the beginning and her first experience with bulimia was at nine years old. Once again, she does not apply to my standard way of thinking, because we are both so different. I connect with her, through the differences that I see. I tell myself that if I was by her side, then I could make her understand what she needs to see in herself. As I read about her experiences, I compare her actions with the ones that I would have taken, and they are completely irrelevant. Ultimately, I can never truly relate to Marya Hornbacher and connect with her experiences, because I will never completely understand her mentality, but through minute or tiny comparisons, I can attempt to unravel the labyrinth of the issues she has overcome and continues to battle every day.