My opposition to Diet Coke was political, a vehement objection that mirrored everything that stank of "diet," and there it was, right in the name on the can.
I lived in an uneasy truce with my body, promising to avoid diets and diet foods, and in exchange I believed my body would never get sick, gain weight, or become otherwise unruly.
Some girl I didn't know published an op-ed in the school newspaper counting all the reasons she was truly, deeply devoted to Diet Coke. It wasn't serious, but it pissed me off so much.
I was a newly-converted gender studies major in an SEC sorority, which is a little like being Snow White in that scene where she runs through the haunted forest and keeps being accosted by scary faces.
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