Review: Restricting, Binging, and Self-Love in “Milk Fed” by Melissa Broder

The last time I was at a buffet, I found myself surrounded by stations full of unbridled excess: piles of coconut shrimp, spaghetti, a prime rib the size of a small child. As I filled my plate, restraint steadied my hand. I could have taken two plates full of fried rice back to my table, and nobody would have stopped me. I could have gotten seconds and thirds…