Reconciling with Food after Years of Malnutrition and Illness

Tara Nicole Szkutnik
Nov 6 · 7 min read
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Food and I have always had a love/hate relationship.

It began very young, for my body remembers it best . . . throwing up corn and subsequently refusing to eat the stuff. To this day — I hate the smell, the appearance, as well as watching others cook and indulge in its nastiness. Stick me in a cornfield or feed me popcorn and I’m all good, however. If I HAVE to eat it, it’s because…

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Tara Nicole Szkutnik

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“Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage.” A wearer of fancy hats: wife, mom, freelancer, pantser, astrology student — Scorpio!, survivor, INFJ.

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