My relationship with food was broken. Then I killed my own dinner
For years, eating was something to control, fear or regret. After I hunted my first deer, I started to see fat, hunger and my own body in a different light I muffled my sobs with a pillow so my family couldn’t hear me from the adjacent room. I was 19 years old and we were in Paris, staying on the top floor of an old six-story walkup where every step echoed through the thin walls. I was trying,…
For years, the relationship with food had been one of control, fear and regret. The individual had been struggling to navigate their emotions and body image, particularly during a family vacation in Paris. Standing in front of a full-length mirror, the person could not help but tearfully contemplate their own body, envisioning the act of ripping off pieces and throwing them out the window. This disturbing vision of self-harm was a recurring thought, as they struggled to accept and love themselves.
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