I want you to know that some days, I still eat 1,200 calories before noon.
I eat some meals over the sink, and some in front of the refrigerator.
I HATE grocery shopping.
The struggle is not lost on me.
I’m lucky to have food at all.
This is an account of privilege.
The way I used to eat (and think) was counter to my survival (which is insanity) — and there is an abundance of food (and skills) available to me; so I just keep showing up for myself, in all these ways — and the knowledge will come, and the peace will come, and the fight will hopefully serve others.
((Well… less ego.))