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eat the fucking m&ms

What’s your FOOD story?

Most of us have some past food trauma. You know, if we dig deep & think about it, we realize our food or our body hang ups stem from our childhood.

I was THAT kid – always on a diet realizing in 3rd grade that I was the chubby kid. 

Having a 17 year old mom who had body hang ups herself didn’t help. 

I love my mom & I know she did her best but I can say with 💯 percent certainty that her behavior ignited a life long battle of my personal body loathing. And hey, I don’t blame her because, I see where her trauma came from – her parents, my grandparents. 

As a kid, I loved roller skating and when grandpa asked my child self what I wanted to be when I grew up, I replied energetically “a professional roller skater!” My enthusiasm was strictly shot down when he told me I wasn’t aesthetically pleasing to the eye for that job. And yep, his EXACT words. Good old Gramps, always did talk to us not as children but as adults to “teach us.” Getting an education was his holy grail and I’m glad that I fulfilled his wishes by being the first grandchild to graduate from college! 

But I digress… 

Although, I’m sure my mom would never remember some of the moments that have been forever imprinted into my brain, I do…

“You have such a pretty face, if you just lost 10lbs…”

“What if we gave you $1 per pound of lost weight…”

“That shirt looks like you have a spare tire around your stomach…”

I’ve spent DECADES in exercise anorexia. I’ve tried long bouts of starvation. I did my best at binging and purging. I took ALL the diet pills. And I spent too many years chasing happiness on the scale. 

And then life threw me a few curveballs and I’ve realized that my life is short to live in a “prison.” 

Eat the dam M&Ms 💋💥

Your turn – What’s your FOOD STORY? I’m really interested to know! 🥰

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