When you hate your body, food can be complex. When I am stressed, I eat. I eat and eat and eat. I eat to soothe the dull and constant thud of self-hatred. I eat to deal with circumstances I cannot control. I eat to forget that I am in pain. When I eat, I can sometimes achieve a semi-blissful numbness of soul, having stuffed myself too full to feel. Sadly, our culture confirms and encourages this…
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