I Grew Up on Milk and Fast Food. That’s It.

I used to think hunger was just a number—how many seconds until I could stand up without blacking out. I’d count to thirty, gripping the edge of the table, waiting for the world to stop spinning. My childhood meals were cartons of milk and the rare drive-thru bag. Iron pills, orange juice I never finished, teachers side-eyeing my pale skin. I learned to steal cafeteria bread, hiding it in my backpack like it was something shameful. Even now, I flinch at the word ‘healthy.’ I don’t know what it’s supposed to feel like. I just know I’m always waiting for the dizziness to pass. #FoodHistory # #BodyMemory # #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet