Dear Food

I have worshiped at your altar.
I have literally chewed you up and spat you out.
I have thrown you out and thrown you up.
I have used to to feel better and I have used you to destroy myself.
I have pretended that I didn’t need you to survive.
I have tried very, very hard not to need you at all.
I have at time tried to nurture a healthy relationship with you,
and I have at other times abused you horribly.
I have tried to control you – measured you out, timed you, cut you into little pieces.
I put you categories of good and bad, safe and binge.
I have used you as a substitute for love, and your absence as a substitute for hate.
I have loved you and I have feared you.

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