I am having an affair with food. Like most affairs, they are secretive, destructive, full of sorries and remorse and intensely satisfying.... always a woeful cycle.
I was not born this way. I remember having a healthy self image. I rode horses and danced three or four times a week. My mom cooked us wholesome suppers and I don't recall feeling hungry or ever feeling like I needed to diet or loose weight. Everything was cool until I reached 14.
So what happens to us? Why do we go through such dark times?
This is my story. And how I medicated, first with alcohol and now food.
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