For a long time, food had way too much power over me. I thought about it constantly. I judged myself by it. I punished myself with it. I used it as a measuring stick for my worth, my discipline, my holiness, my “progress.” And yet, ironically, the more I tried to control food, the more controlled I felt.
If you’ve walked through eating disorders, disordered eating, or even just a complicated relationship with food, you know exactly what I mean. Food becomes loud. It takes up mental space it...
