No food with my meals by Fannie Hurst is an autobiographical essay written in the early 20th century. It reflects on the social and psychological pressures surrounding women’s body ideals, tracing the rise of slimming culture and its impact on health, identity, and everyday life. The narrator recounts a Midwestern upbringing of hearty meals, a lifelong tendency to be overweight, and the moment a lunch with a willowy friend spurs shame and a fierce resolve to reduce. After years of fads, gadgets, and spas, she consults a doctor, submits to a metabolism test, and adopts a strict regimen she then overdrives: black coffee, lean protein, “five-percent” vegetables, and relentless calorie counting. The physical success brings a hollow victory—she becomes edgy, cold, humorless, and obsessed with food she won’t eat, even urging guests to overindulge so she can savor denial by proxy. Alongside this intimate confession runs a sharp critique of Hollywood, fashion houses, and mannequin-thin standards that train women (and men) to admire concavity over vitality, with warnings about the risks of fad diets and chronic undernourishment. Chastened, she argues for moderation, medical guidance, and perspective, regaining enough humor to see her own absurdities and to caution other dieters against the perilous shortcuts she took. (This is an automatically generated summary.)