Teenage Waistland

Teenage Waistland

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by Lynn Biederman, Lisa Pazer

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“You all believe that losing one-hundred-plus pounds will solve everything, but it won’t. Something far heavier is weighing on you, and until you deal with that, nothing in your lives will be right.”
 –Betsy Glass, PhD, at first weekly group counseling session for ten severely obese teens admitted into exclusive weight-loss


“You all believe that losing one-hundred-plus pounds will solve everything, but it won’t. Something far heavier is weighing on you, and until you deal with that, nothing in your lives will be right.”
 –Betsy Glass, PhD, at first weekly group counseling session for ten severely obese teens admitted into exclusive weight-loss surgery trial
Patient #1: Female, age 16, 5'4", 288 lbs.

  • Thrust into size-zero suburban hell by remarried liposuctioned mom. Hates new school and skinny boy-toy stepsister.
  • Body size exceeded only by her big mouth.
Patient #2: Male, age 16, 6'2", 335 lbs.
  • All-star football player, but if he gets “girl surgery,” as his dad calls it, he’ll probably get benched.
  • Has moobies—male boobies. Forget about losing his V-card—he’s never even been kissed.
Patient #3: Female, age 15, 5'6", 278 lbs.
  • Morbidly obese and morbid, living alone with severely depressed mother who won’t leave her bed.
  • Best and only friend is another patient, whose dark secret threatens everything Patient #3 believes about life.
Told in the voices of patients Marcie Mandlebaum, Bobby Konopka, and Annie “East” Itou, Teenage Waistland is a story of betrayal, intervention, a life-altering operation, and how a long-buried truth can prove far more devastating than the layers of fat that protect it.

Contains an afterword by Jeffrey L. Zitsman, MD, director of the Center for Adolescent Bariatric Surgery at Morgan Stanley Children's Hospital

From the Hardcover edition.

Editorial Reviews

Children's Literature - Heather Robertson Mason
Marcie hates her new, skinny step-sister, her disconnected step-father, and her looks-are-everything mother. Bobby is tired of being the only virgin on the football team. He may even be tired of football altogether. East has to take care of herself and her bedridden mother, and Char is carrying around a shameful secret. Two things tie these teens together: they all weigh over two-hundred pounds and they have all been selected to be in a study to measure the effects of the Lap-Band on teens. The story seems to be about the desire to lose weight in the beginning, but gradually it morphs into one about the secrets that caused these teens to gain the weight in the first place. Each of these characters rings true and the story unfolds in such a way that readers would believe it. About two thirds of the ways into the story, the constant revelations become melodramatic, but by that point readers really want to know what happens to these five people. The Lap-Band, a band that limits the amount of food a person can take in is also an issue, but the much of the talk of weight surrounds the issues in gaining rather than how to lose it. This is a book that many teens, both overweight and not, can relate to. Reviewer: Heather Robertson Mason
School Library Journal
Gr 9 Up—"Your weight is not your problem, it's merely a symptom," says the psychiatrist to a group of teens approved for surgical weight loss. The statement does not immediately stick, even though, prior to their gastric surgery, Bobby had felt the strain of living up to his father's expectations and football legacy, Marcie harbored resentment toward her new stepfamily, and East still mourns her father's suicide and her mother's retreat from the world. Throughout the teens' operations, recovery, and drastic changes in diet, their problems become more complicated as they shed pounds. While these numerous betrayals, revealed secrets, and tragic losses threaten to overwhelm readers, they effectively illustrate the various health risks and emotional consequences involved with the procedure. One senses that the authors felt a need to get all the information out there, and though this results in the characters occasionally straying into medical lecture speak, their internal journeys and external transformations help drive the narrative. An afterword from the director of the Center for Adolescent Bariatric Surgery at New York Presbyterian/Columbia University Medical Center is included.—Joanna K. Fabicon, Los Angeles Public Library
Publishers Weekly
Marcie, East, and Bobby are obese--though they don't like that word--and everything they do, think, and believe about themselves is determined by their weight. The possibility of rescue arrives when all three are selected for a clinical trial that allows them to undergo bariatric "Lap-Band" surgery, which physically restricts their eating and requires them to be heavily monitored by doctors and attend group support sessions. Through Marcie (smart, beautiful, and sharp-tongued), East (quiet, sweet, and terribly lonely), and Bobby (the football player ashamed of his moobies, or "man boobies"), Biederman (Unraveling) and debut author Pazer will win over readers, although East, whose obese mother refuses to leave the house, is this novel's center and soul. Friendships are tested, romance blooms, and hopes remain high as they navigate the complicated family pressures they face and changes that the surgery brings to their lives--not always for the better. Without sidestepping the seriousness of the teens' weight or the surgery they undergo, the authors offer an important and hopeful story about a little-discussed subject that affects many. Ages 14–up. (Nov.)
VOYA - Rachel Frost Neururer
Welcome to Teenage Waistland, a diverse and somewhat reluctant support group of morbidly obese teens experiencing the physical and emotional changes associated with lap band weight-loss surgery. For each member of the group the surgery means something different, but they all find that losing those extra pounds of flesh does not automatically mean losing years of emotional baggage. Biederman and Pazer deal with the sensitive subject of teens and weight with a great deal of humor and heart and have created a cast of authentic characters adrift in the sea of identity development. The story occasionally slips into "bubblicious" territory but pulls the reader back in with strong substories and genuine adolescent conflict. Several of the female characters are reminiscent of Carolyn Mackler's Virginia Shreves (The Earth, My Butt, and Other Big Round Things [Candlewick, 2005]), but the real "jelly in the donut" here is the addition of a smartly-written male lead. Bobby Konopka steals this literary show by bringing a male perspective to the often female-dominated arena of weight and self-esteem. Biederman and Pazer have created a delightful and thoughtful read, and aside from some minor editorial glitches and the occasional lapse into fashion-plate fantasy, Teenage Waistland has a sharp narrative and couture style that will undoubtedly appeal to a diverse teen audience. Reviewer: Rachel Frost Neururer
Kirkus Reviews

This overambitious addition to Fat Lit follows four morbidly obese New York City–area teens who sign up to undergo a clinical trial for Lap-Band weight-loss surgery. In alternating chapters, the quartet—Marcie, living with her recently divorced mother and seemingly perfect cheerleader-captain stepsister; Bobby, whose father wants him to follow in his college-football and family-business footsteps; East, of Japanese ancestry and still grieving for her father, who committed suicide; and Char, who always hides her real feelings—relate their time before and after surgery and how they confront the real issues behind their weight gain in a support group, dubbed Teenage Waistland (after The Who lyrics). Melodrama takes over the novel as the teens also face guilt, family secrets, squashed dreams, lost identities, gender stereotypes, new romance, abortion and not one but two deaths. Lengthy dialogue turns into informational and instructive lessons on Lap-Band surgery and how patients fail and succeed with it. The lone attempt at humor—a dildo-buying expedition—fizzles out. Possibly more than its characters, this story suffers from excess. (Fiction. YA)

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Cattle Call

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Marcie, 5'4'', 288 lbs

Marcie Mandlebaum here: sixteen years old and sporting the collective girth of the Tenafly High cheerleading squad--this according to their captain, my twitorexic stepsister, Liselle. She's too much of a dimwit to master the intricacies of a tape measure, but there's no denying it. Her guesstimate is in the ballpark.

We're crammed into a crummy conference room in the Midtown Sheraton, waiting for some Park Avenue doctor to pitch his clinical trial for Lap-Band weight loss surgery for teens. By we, I mean me; my mother, Abby; and every fat chick within a fifty-mile radius of New York City who could stand to drop at least one hundred pounds. A couple of fathers and maybe six fat guys are here, but it's more a female thang--sixty or so heifers being herded around, for the most part, by tiny fat-o-phobic, lipo-sucked mothers like mine. This is nothing like SeaWorld, where every baby whale can count on having a bigger mama.

I haven't seen so many fatties together in one place since our nightmarish visit to Graceland in Memphis last summer. We spent four sweltering hours waiting in a stampede of bulging polyester just to get in. "Ground zero for the world's obesity epidemic." "Welcome home, Moosie," Liselle had snickered. But rather than injecting her usual diplomacy to avert a brawl, Abby seized the reins of Liselle's bandwagon and said, "Of course you're not anywhere near the size of these people, darling, but your weight has been moving in the wrong direction and you need to turn it around." But that was more than sixty pounds ago, so now Abby's dragged me here.

Five rows of metal folding chairs have been halfheartedly arranged in front of the stage, as if the bozos setting up for the event weren't certain this particular audience should sit in them--for me and my tubby brethren, there's a fine line between a chair and a catastrophe. I blow past whatever few empty death traps are left and park myself in one of the open spots against the wall. Abby, hot on my trail, wiggles her way into the three centimeters of breathing space beside me by shoving one blubbery mass into another with an apologetic smile. "Standing room only," she whispers into my ear, ignoring their glares. To Abby, who won't eat in a restaurant that doesn't have a waiting list for an open table, crowds--excluding the one at Graceland--provide indisputable evidence that we're in the right place. The thing is, we're not.

Finally, while the groans of stressed metal die down, Dr. Hal Weinstein, the head of the Lap-Band program at Park Avenue Bariatrics, steps to the podium and tests the microphone. This is my signal to pull out my iPod--what don't I already know about this surgery? I've been hearing about it blow by blow for over a year. But Abby whacks my hand and flashes her eyes at me--her behave yourself glare. "Just listen for a change. You might learn something," Abby hisspers--her standard hiss/whisper combo--and I resign myself to a slow and painful death.

Weinstein leans forward, pauses, and then booms into the mike: "The Lap-Band is not the solution to weight loss." My eyes fly open. WTF? Has the seminar been hijacked by some fanatical "fat power" fringe group and the real doctor is lying gutted in some back room? My hopes are dashed as he finishes his thought. "The Lap-Band is merely a tool, albeit an effective one if employed in a comprehensive supervised program that addresses the behavioral, nutritional, physiological, and psychological aspects of obesity.

"But as a long-term weight loss tool, the band is only effective if accompanied by behavioral changes. So while nutritional support and exercise are key aspects of our program, we place special emphasis on addressing the emotional issues underlying teen obesity. That's why participation in weekly group support sessions is mandatory for the first year after the surgery." I groan and shake my head and Abby nudges me with her elbow.

"The requirements for admission into our clinical trial are documented in your?.?.?." And then I can stand it no longer, and tune out completely.

To understand the magnitude of this disaster, you have to understand what a clinical trial is--and why, unless you have a terminal illness and nothing better to do with your time left on earth than get poked like a lab rat, it's best to stay away from them. There's a federal agency called the Food and Drug Administration--or FDA, to the literate few--whose job is to ensure that all food, drugs, and medical devices (like pacemakers, artificial limbs, and Liselle's future breast implants) sold in the United States are safe and effective. To prove "safety and effectiveness" to the FDA, companies experiment on small groups of carefully selected volunteers in tightly controlled settings.

This Lap-Band thingy is one of these so-called medical devices. It's an inflatable silicone band for super fatties that gets surgically installed around the top of their stomachs. When the band is inflated by injecting saline solution through a port implanted in the abdominal muscles, it contracts. And now you get a tiny stomach pouch into which only the smallest amount of food will fit. So when the aforementioned fatties can't plow through their usual amount of chow, lo and behold, they lose weight. It's a short, simple, reversible low-risk operation and you're out of the hospital in less than a day. And the Lap-Band has already been approved by the FDA! Megatons of weight lost, safety and effectiveness totally proven, et cetera.

But of course, there's a catch. The FDA approved the Lap-Band exclusively for adults. So livestock under eighteen can only get their hooves on this miracle of modern medicine in one of two ways: through an FDA-approved clinical trial, like the one Doc here is recruiting for, or, like my best friend, Jen, did, by going to Mexico, where the FDA can't throw its weight around.

For obese American teens who can't get into or afford a Lap-Band clinical trial and have xenophobic parents who won't cross international borders for medical care, there's another surgical option in the United States. It's called gastric bypass, and it's scary stuff--Abby and I looked into it last month. They pretty much slice, dice, and rearrange your entire digestive tract. Something like one to three percent of gastric bypass victims die from it, and a large percentage get seriously screwed by pulmonary embolisms, leakage, infection, malnutrition, and other health issues. But because the FDA hasn't approved the Lap-Band for teens yet, far more of us are undergoing gastric dissection than getting banded. Shaken, Abby had marched me right out of that consultation. Her epiphany: Being fat is, in fact, preferable to being disemboweled.

It's ten p.m. and I'm splayed on my bed, taking a break from ranting.

"Maybe Abby is right and this clinical trial isn't the worst thing," Jen finally pipes up, as if she's had me on call-waiting the whole time and hasn't heard a word. Jen, of all people, should appreciate the epic proportions of this catastrophe; I was at her bedside in Mexico--along with her mom--when she got her Lap-Band done there, the Christmas vacation before last. Besides, we've been inseparable since my first day at Fuller Prep--she flipped off a teacher when he corrected her pronunciation of "antebellum," and even though she was freakishly large, and so sharp and tough that the other kids seemed terrified of her, I knew instantaneously that she was my girl.

"Jen!" I wail. "This clinical trial isn't anything like what you did! For me to even be considered for admission, I have to get a million physical exams--bone density, pulmonary function, blood tests--"

"No kidding, genius," she cuts in. "Everyone gets a battery of tests before surgery, no matter where they go."

"But that's only the beginning! There's a mountain of paperwork--doctors' letters, notarized releases, insurance authorizations or evidence of financial ability to--"

"So what? Abby's going to deal with that stuff, Marce, not you. Your insurance probably won't cover it since it's a clinical trial, but Rich Ronny--"

"Hold your fire, Jen. There's more! Then I'll be interrogated by their 'fat nazi' shrink to make sure I can commit to the Lap-Band 'lifestyle.' Plus, Abby has her own evaluation, where she's got to sell this shrink on her ability to ride my beached-whale butt into submission--as if Gran doesn't barrage my mother with new starvation plans for me every other day. Now what do you think, Ms. In-and-Out-in-Three-Days?"

Jen snorts. "Listen, Ms. Drama Queen. I had the same evaluations. Adults never think teens are equipped to make big decisions, so they just want to be sure everyone involved understands what they're in for. Makes total sense. Can we roll the credits on your daily diatribe now?" "Daily Diatribe" was the name of the hysterically bitter feminist poetry rant series Jen used to post on YouTube.

I snort right back at her. "Nope, saved the best for last. If I even get in after all this crap, they're going to make me join a cult where I'll have to wax poetic about everything related to my eating--from my 'feelings' to my bowel movements--every week for a whole year!"

"Oh my God--you mean a support group like Alcoholics Anonymous? That really does suck," Jen says in her horrified by the sheer inanity voice. Finally, she gets it. "Look, Abby is reasonable. Discuss this with her. Just do it calmly and nicely. She always listens when you're not laying into her."

"I guess I'll give it one last shot. Stay tuned," I sigh, and take off to find Abby.

"Marcie, I get it. I was there," Abby says wearily the instant I calmly embark on my rap about how needlessly annoying and drawn out the clinical-trial admission process is compared with getting the stupid surgery done and over with south of the border. She and Ronny were polishing off a bottle of wine on the porch when I found her, and he politely took off so as not to intrude--probably his euphemism for "listen to Marcie gripe." "Just give me your Mexican surgery spiel so that I can go to sleep," Abby says.

I whip out my iPhone with my right hand and Abby's credit card with my left. I really want to fling them at her, but I keep my grip on both items and wave them in her face instead. With the wine and all, she's slow on the uptake and gives me the quizzical variation of her get to the point already look. "Mom!" I shriek. "I'm demonstrating the elegant simplicity of the Mexico option. You just need to be able to dial the freaking phone number to set up an appointment and place a deposit. That's it! The exact same surgery! Jen was in and out of the clinic in a single day. No hoops, no groups, no one breathing down her neck for all eternity. Plus, it costs ten thousand dollars--that's less than one-third what Park Avenue Bariatrics is charging. We can even upgrade to the all-inclusive Cancún special--the surgery plus five nights at a five-star beachfront resort, a private nurse, and--"

Abby shakes her head, grabs her empty wineglass, and heads inside to the kitchen. "Forget Mexico, Marcie. Money isn't the issue. I want the best for you. You'll be under constant supervision of doctors and nutritionists throughout the entire weight loss process. And the support--"

"Mom! I can't sit in a support group listening to a bunch of fat losers ramble on about their stupid little lives. Get me another psychologist--I promise I'll cooperate this time and not spend the session texting with Jen."

Abby slams her glass on the marble countertop. "So that's what you were doing?" she snaps, and storms out. I resist the urge to take her precious crystal wineglass and smash it on the floor. Instead, I just wait to hear her footsteps on the stairs before grabbing a spoon and hitting the freezer.

God, I hate my mother. Of course she can afford to put me through this ridiculous and expensive clinical trial now that she's married to Rich Ronny Rescott. The more money Abby can spend on my misery, the more she'll enjoy the ride. Just the idea of not getting ripped off sends her running for refuge in the Dolce & Gabbana department at the Short Hills Neiman Marcus. They only make clothes for women size 14 and smaller, and Abby fantasizes about me one day fitting into her beloved D&G the same way competent mothers dream of their girls graduating med school! If Abby had stayed married to my dad, I'd have been banded in Mexico before you could say "burrito grande with extra sour cream." Then again, if my mother hadn't dumped my father and moved me to this soulless suburban hell so she could be with Rich Ronny, I wouldn't need my stomach cordoned off in the first place.

From the Hardcover edition.

Meet the Author

Lynn Biederman is the coauthor of the acclaimed young adult novel Unraveling, available from Laurel-Leaf. She has worked as a librarian and as a lawyer and has enjoyed intermittent periods of being a professional time waster (which rises to a profession when one excels at it as she does). Currently, Lynn is back in the field of law and, during free play, vacillating between two obsessions—tennis and cooking.
Among her many incarnations, Lisa Pazer has been an economist and editor, a Wall Street analyst and market commentator, a consultant and lecturer, an inventor and entrepreneur. With Teenage Waistland, Lisa has finally come home to her first love—fiction.
Visit the authors at teenagewaist-land.com.

From the Hardcover edition.

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TeensReadToo More than 1 year ago
Eating for comfort is just the tip of the iceberg for this group of obese teens. They've each qualified for a weight loss trial surgery - the Land-Band procedure is currently available only for adults. With this trial, the teens are required to keep a journal, write down a truthful account of their food intake, and attend weekly group therapy sessions, as the surgery is only a tool and not a solution. Told in alternative perspectives, Marcie, East, and Bobby share their ups and downs in the aftermath of the surgery. The group comes together to form Teenage Waistland, a support group. They share more than just their favorite foods. Friendships are made and broken. Romantic relationships begin. Family drama ensues. Secrets are revealed. While dealing with a serious matter, including different points of view makes this book enjoyable to read. The teens' lives deal with significant issues which all changed their eating habits. They dig down to the deeper roots of their issues and, in some cases, begin the healing process. TEENAGE WAISTLAND is a satisfying, emotional read that will linger with you after the last page has turned.
Fyrefli More than 1 year ago
While reading Teenage Waistland, I felt like I was part of a world that was created with me in mind. I know that sounds wierd, but being a sixteen yr old girl who carries 2 of every normal-sized girl in my grade in my thighs alone, it's usually pretty difficult to try to be a normal teenager. Reading this book really changed me. The humor cheered me up and helped me see the uniqueness of being a fat kid. The premise educated me about lapband surgery which has encouraged me to look into it for my future. And the romance and drama and friendships that make up the story helped me realize that people of all sizes can have exciting lives. It was just a really positive experience reading this book and I'm glad I did and I highly recommend it!!!!!!
snowbird922 More than 1 year ago
As an overweight and newly diagnosed diabetic I could not have chosen a better time to read this. Although I am 34 the story woven by Lynn Biederman and Lisa Pazer is one that can apply to most people like myself. I love the fact that they are confronting an issue that alot of people are scared to address, Weight on kids on adults this is one of the hardest things obese people deal with what is the underlying reason for food habits. While reading this I got a lot of insight to my own eating habits and I have actually started my journey into a healthier lifestyle while at the same time discovering my foodie emotions. Each day I write not only what I eat but how I feel about going through the motions of this new healthy choice. I also have a nine year old son who has the same terrible eating habits that I do and I have started him on the same path. I can not wait until he reads this book himself so he can get the same joy I did out of reading it. My favorite character was East and I love the twist at the end about her weight, I do not want to spoil it. Biederman and Pazer have taken a controversial issue and given people a real look at what is really going on with the whole weight loss issue and surgery. Prior to reading this book I myself was considering getting this surgery but after reading it I realize I have to change my mindset and know the heart of the problem before I go in for a quick fix. I am now set on doing this the right way for me and my family. Thank you Lynn & Lisa you helped take my life in a new step!
ChelseaW More than 1 year ago
Marcie Mandlebaum knows she is grossly overweight, and can't help feeling as though her mother would love her more if only she was thinner. Bobby is a mediocre football player with dreams of being a star, but he has his "moobies" and his father's expectations to hurdle first. Annie "East" Itou feels sad all the time since her brother moved away and her mother refuses to leave her bedroom. The only time she feels half normal is when she is pigging out with Char. Char is East's best friend who is also hiding a huge secret, one that could unravel East's entire life. On the inside, these four teens are seemingly very different. On the outside, however, they are all morbidly obese. After going through a series of tests and interviews, they all qualify for a controversial Lap-Band clinical trial, a surgery that will help them lose large amounts of weight. It also means drastically changing their lifestyles, though, and the four friends will get to know themselves and each other better than they ever have before. Teenage Waistland is a surprisingly good book. I was snagged right at the beginning from the incredibly raw voices each character had. But be warned: this book is not full of happy scenes and feel-good moments. On the contrary, the stories are all quite tragic and sad, each in their own unique way. I admit I got a little squeamish over some of the details, but it was fascinating to read about the Lap-Band. Who hasn't seen those ads and wondered what it was? I thought there wasn't enough about the eating habits or requirements after the surgery though, as it was mainly about the emotional impact of the weight and the baggage each teen had in their life. This almost glorified the surgery, showing the teens losing a ton of weight and overcoming their emotional baggage, without paying tribute to the intense eating lifestyle changes. Lynn Bierderman and Lisa Pazer are fantastic writers, creating some really touching moments and a few downright hilarious ones. Buying a certain item for Marcie's sister's party CRACKED me up! And though it felt rushed, the ending wrap-up for all of the characters was rewarding.
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Sits and reads the paper about her brother over and over. She took out another paper, a letter from Cal himself. She sighed and read it softly.
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Two girls both said they liked me and they were bi.tches. I had broke up with Li and didn't want to say I hated them.
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