We Must End This
The breakup I didn’t want to talk about
Nov 7 · 3 min read
My stomach was aching at the dinner table while I slowly ate my Baked Marconi and Cheese. “I can’t keep doing this,” I said to myself as I stared at the bowl in front of me, “I can’t keep allowing you to control me.”
That moment I wanted to cry because my whole life I’ve allowed food to control me. I’ve allowed food to cause me pain and I…


