I Asked My Computer to Show Me My Food Photos
It was a rough ride
I do love food. I have no allergies. I am a vegetarian, for ethical reasons, but when a little meat slips onto my plate, I don’t push it away. (That would be rude.)
I miss eating meat, I have to admit. I grew up with meat. Roast beef — steak — burgers — lamb — pork chops. Bacon. Turkey at Thanksgiving.
And chicken. I really miss chicken.
On the other hand, I am one of those millions of modern humans, probably mostly female, who have entertained a difficult if not tortured relationship to food.
I was a heavy adolescent in a world that valued thinness and taught us that gaining weight displayed moral weakness. In those vulnerable and desperate teenage years, I ate a lot of bad food: white bread, heaping plates of spaghetti, french…