Jess Zimmerman

A man’s appetite can be hearty, but a woman with an appetite is always voracious: her hunger always overreaches, because it is not supposed to exist. If she wants food, she is a glutton. If she wants sex, she is a slut. If she wants emotional caretaking, she is a high-maintenance bitch—or, worse, an “attention whore”: an amalgam of sex-hunger and care-hunger, greedy not only to be fucked and paid but, most unforgivably of all, to be noticed.

Just as keeping one’s appetite in check is treated as a standard part of femininity

You can’t punch hunger. You can’t stab it. You can’t cut off its heads. All you can do is feed it, and in feeding it, realize that it is not insatiable. The fear

voraciousness is mythic, but the hunger itself is nothing to fear.