Every night, I line up my cans—tuna, sardines, chicken—like soldiers. I scan the ingredients, searching for the shortest list, the fewest words I can’t pronounce. I tell myself it’s about health, but really, it’s about control. I eat the same thing every day because it’s safe. Predictable. The salt, the oil, the metal tang—they’re familiar, almost comforting. But then the guilt creeps in. Am I ruining my body? Am I missing something? I scroll through forums at midnight, hoping someone will say it’s okay. That I’m okay. But all I find are more rules, more things to fear. I wish I could just eat without thinking. I wish I could trust myself. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #HealthAnxiety #Health #Diet