“What would it be like to rid myself of the low-level hunger and guilt that was, previously, my permanent state?” Photograph by Horst P. Horst.

Addicted to Thin

For my entire life, I was an expert in restrictive eating. And when Mounjaro came along, I embraced that, too. So why do I feel so lost?

By Christa D'Souza

Everyone has a dirty secret. Mine is that I tried Mounjaro. I know, don’t. Maybe I should have written this under a pseudonym. As anyone who knows me will tell you, I’m not fat.

But as a fully paid-up member of the Y.C.N.B.T.R.T.T.O.T.T. (You Can Never Be Too Rich, Too Thin, or Too Tanned) generation with a doctorate in dieting, I was too curious to resist. What would it be like to rid myself of the low-level hunger and guilt that was, previously, my permanent state? What would it be like to be content with the way I looked in a bikini? And so for six weeks this past summer, without telling my partner, I went on the shot.