Knockout

Kang Mia Kang

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An intimate and uniinching memoir exploring Mia Kang's journey from self-loathing to self-love Mia Kang is many things: a sought-after model, an immigrant, an eating disorder survivor, and a Muay Thai i?ghter. Her i?rst book, Knockout, is the story of how she eschewed normative body standards and learned to use martial arts to redei?ne her sense of self-worth. In a charming, i?erce, and intimate voice, Kang invites readers into her world. She once lived and died by her weight, but she is now dei?ned by her coni?dence in being a woman who lives outside the mold of what we're taught is "feminine." After dealing with bullying, addiction, body dysmorphia, anxiety, depression, and even suicidal thoughts, Mia acknowledges that she is lucky to still be alive to tell readers what she's learned: to not let anyone else dictate who you are supposed to be.

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• Publié par: ABRAMS BOOKS
• Date de parution: 20 octobre 2020
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781647000165
• Langue: English

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Copyright 2020 Mia Kang
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Library of Congress Control Number: 2020932370
ISBN: 978-1-4197-4332-0
eISBN: 978-1-64700-016-5
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CONTENTS

PROLOGUE
1. YOU ARE NOT YOUR PAST
2. THE LOVE NOTE
3. A NUMBER ON THE SCALE
4. A SLIPPERY SLOPE
5. BEANS AND YOGURT
6. THIGH-GAP YEAR
7. UNI AND ME
8. REPRESSED MEMORIES
9. CATWALKS TO CAP GAINS
10. NYC TO MEET YOU
11. MUAY THAI
12. MY PURPOSE
13. TRAIN HARD, FIGHT EASY: HOW I LIVE NOW
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
PROLOGUE

Here we go again , I thought.
When my agent, Deborah, called me one morning in 2016 to let me know that the lifestyle brand Guess was asking me to return for their next campaign, at first I was ecstatic. My career was at an all-time high and I had worked all over the world, but I was just breaking into the American market. And America was tough, man. We re talking the highest level of competition I had seen in my fifteen years as a model. I had shot for Sports Illustrated s swimsuit model search a few months earlier, and this was another amazing opportunity. There was one caveat: I needed to lose weight.
Whatever you did for SI , you need to do it again, because they don t think you re in your best shape right now, she said, hesitantly. She knew how bad that sounded.
To shrink down as much as I possibly could for SI , I had put myself through a ten-day liquid-only diet. Ten days. All liquids. Absolutely no solid food. It was extreme, and I hated every minute of it. But in my world, that was normal. I had been asked to starve and lose weight more times than I could remember, but this campaign had much more pressure attached to it. I was also twenty-seven years old, which for the modeling world was past my expiration date. This time, thinking about putting my body on an intense starvation regimen made my stomach drop with apprehension.
What s the worst part of starving yourself? Take your pick: Hunger that s so intense you can t sleep at night? The chain-smoking to curb your appetite and keep your hands and mouth busy? The anxiety that consumes you as you live in fear of being fired and sent home from the shoot for being too large? The paranoia that everyone on set is talking about you? The embarrassment and insecurity that plagues you when clients criticize your body, telling you that you are too big? The whirlwind of emotions you have when you don t fit into the sample-size clothes laid out in your dressing room? The stress that comes after the job is done, wondering if you re ever going to work with that client-or anyone-again? The body dysmorphia when you look at images of yourself and see a whale, even though you are far from it? The worry that you will never be thin enough, and your modeling agency will send you packing? It s a relentless cycle of anxiety and crippling self-doubt.
So that fleeting feeling of happiness from booking a campaign was quickly overshadowed by the immense pressure of what was to come in preparing for it. I know it sounds crazy-after all, this was a huge worldwide campaign for an iconic American brand. I should have been grateful, right? Yet more and more, I had been feeling that all the crazy shit I put myself through to be as skinny as possible was just not worth it. But I didn t know what else to do. I hadn t yet gained the personal strength and the self-respect that I would later learn from Muay Thai. At this point, I was still fighting with myself rather than someone in a ring.
I could feel the tears well up.
My body was literally saying, Fuck, I can t do this again , and I started bawling on the phone.
I didn t say anything as I tried to catch my breath and stop crying. Deborah finally broke the silence. I think she was taken aback by my reaction, and the mother in her kicked in. I m so sorry. I hate delivering news like this. You know I think of you like a daughter. . . . A moment later, she added, I hate this part of my job. She started crying, too, and soon we were both sniffling into our phones.
I ll do it. I ll do it. I ve had enough, but I ll do it, I said. And then I added, But, after this, I am done.
It was true. I couldn t do it anymore. The pressure to look my best (i.e., as skinny as possible) had worn me down, and after modeling for more than half of my life, the extreme dieting was taking its toll on my physical and mental health. I was unhealthily thin already, but in the warped world I lived in, I didn t know that my weight was abnormal or that the stress I was putting on myself was dangerous. I only knew that I was miserable.
Whatever I did, it never seemed to be enough. I was never pretty enough, never thin enough, never good enough.
And here I was again, being asked to take another hit to the body.
I dropped the weight and got through the shoot, but I needed to get away. I needed to escape the pressure cooker I was in, or . . . I didn t know what I d do. On the outside, I had a modeling career that other models would kill for. But on the inside, I was living with crippling anxiety and depression.
So I went to Thailand for a ten-day vacation, which was about as far away as I could get from the crazy merry-go-round of the fashion world. Little did I know that my whole life was about to change, and I certainly didn t know that it would happen in the sweaty ring of a remote Muay Thai gym.
1. YOU ARE NOT YOUR PAST

I never aspired to be a model. Growing up in Hong Kong in the nineties, I never thought I would grace the pages of Vogue or walk the catwalks in the clothes of coveted designers. Because back then I was overweight. Back then, my biggest aspiration was to get through a school day without being bullied, teased, and ridiculed for my weight. Every day, for years.
Those years took place on a beautifully manicured enclave of Discovery Bay, about a twenty- to thirty-minute ferry ride from downtown Hong Kong, also known as Central. The road systems in Discovery Bay were such that cars were not permitted, and everyone rode around in golf carts. My street, Seabee Lane, ran along the western edge of the bay. My house was built into the hillside. It was three stories: On the top floor were the dining room and kitchen; downstairs opened to a large living room with a balcony that had a gorgeous view overlooking the beach and an inlet. Down another flight of stairs were our bedrooms.
My family was sort of an Asian version of Modern Family -my British dad had had two sons, Malcolm and Alistair, from a previous marriage to a Taiwanese woman named Morty. My mum, who is South Korean, had two daughters, Anouk and Gaby, with her previous husband. Before I was born, both families had been living in Taiwan when their respective relationships ended. Fate would bring my parents together on the sidelines of the Taipei American School soccer field where Gaby and Malcolm played soccer together. They fell in love, and my siblings were soon informed that they were to be brothers and sisters, and the newly formed family of six moved to Hong Kong, where I was born in 1988. My oldest sister, Anouk, is ten years older than me, then Malcolm and Gaby, both seven years older, then Alistair, three years older. My brothers weren t around much, because they lived with their mum most of the time, but when we were together, we looked like a mixed bag of Asian and Caucasian lineage. A modern family in the truest form.

The gang playing dress-up at home. Left to right: Gaby, Alistair, me (in the pram), Malcolm, and Anouk. Hong Kong, 1989.
My dad-or, as I affectionately call him, Daddy or Padre-is of a different generation. He was born in the UK in 1944, where parenting was more strict, and he d often talk about teachers who disciplined students with the boot or the cane. He wasn t that tough, but he was certainly stern with us, and he didn t try to act like a friend, as some fathers do; he was very much an authority figure, and he had absolutely no time or tolerance for bullshit (and he still doesn t). Growing up, I idolized him, and I still do. I know I m biased, but he s the smartest and most impressive man I ve ever come across. Tall, athletic, and handsome, he is also brilliant-he has a PhD, went to Oxford University, and studied theoretical physics. He s written books and contributed to the field, but he left academia behind (he taught at UCLA earlier in his career) and started his own freight-forwarding company, which, as CEO, he eventually took public. He is also worldly-he loves to go to new places and do new things, and he was certainly able do that with his company. My family got to benefit from his travel bug: He took us on great adventures like white-water rafting in the Philippines, fishing in the Great Barrier Reef, sailing through the Windward Islands, going on safari in Botswana, and skiing in St. Moritz. He raised us to become citizens of