I can remember a time in my life when things were much simpler. A curly haired, wild, spontaneous little creature who imagined her way through life, creating stories and vivid realities for herself explored a world she was unfamiliar with. She lived, breathed, and searched for joy. What else could this world be offering but fun? It was all around. Fun games, fun people, fun food. There was a time in my life when I ate to eat. I ate because I was hungry, or because it was mealtime. Eating food didn’t drive me crazy, it fueled me. I enjoyed it during celebrations, and I savored my favorites. Each bite was guiltless and carefree. That little girl that enjoyed a biological necessity without added emotional baggage. But somehow, that child was told she was wrong and was forced into a deep, dark area of my heart.
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