Dear Alaknanda, thank you for writing this. I can only dream to write such honest words. My relationship to food is very similar to yours and it was only today that I felt compassion. Deep compassion for this tendency. This habit. This quirk. This strategy. This relief - giving tool. This deeply misunderstood part of ourselves. That's the magic of courageous writing.
Something tells me that this is half an essay. I think you wanted to write more…you held yourself back? Or maybe the voyeur in me wanted to see more of you. What a brave piece of writing Alaknanda! From eating when no one’s watching you, to writing when everyone will imagine you, this is a brave essay to write. Many hugs to you…
I would love to sit down and chat about this someday, Alaknanda. I too share a similar relationship with food. Your article makes me want to accept it, not fight it anymore. I wish I could do that.
I read this after a weekend of Binge eating. My mind wasn’t in the right place after certain things happened and like you said I turned to food. And it made me feel so ugly.
"think perhaps I never got off that seesaw. All my life, I have sat in the middle of things. The two sides of an argument. Quarrelling family members. Friends having a tiff. Hope and despair. Joy and sorrow. And the mother of all conflicts - family and career. My natural response is to absorb some energy from both sides and get on quietly with life. Most of the time this works fine. But sometimes there is a side effect – an internal tsunami that rises like madness from within and demands all my attention. These episodes have reduced with age and don’t happen so frequently now, but I remember a time…!" ..... so much relate. Thanks for writing this for me ❤️
Dear Alaknanda, thank you for writing this. I can only dream to write such honest words. My relationship to food is very similar to yours and it was only today that I felt compassion. Deep compassion for this tendency. This habit. This quirk. This strategy. This relief - giving tool. This deeply misunderstood part of ourselves. That's the magic of courageous writing.
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Something tells me that this is half an essay. I think you wanted to write more…you held yourself back? Or maybe the voyeur in me wanted to see more of you. What a brave piece of writing Alaknanda! From eating when no one’s watching you, to writing when everyone will imagine you, this is a brave essay to write. Many hugs to you…
😊🤗 I guess I have to become much, much braver to write the unsaid things💙
Thank you for writing this with so much candour. ♥️
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I would love to sit down and chat about this someday, Alaknanda. I too share a similar relationship with food. Your article makes me want to accept it, not fight it anymore. I wish I could do that.
Loads of love, dear friend
😊😊🙏🩵 That would be lovely!!
I read this after a weekend of Binge eating. My mind wasn’t in the right place after certain things happened and like you said I turned to food. And it made me feel so ugly.
I get it. I get this piece completely.
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Such an honest piece, Alaknanda. Thank you for sharing your vulnerability ❤️
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So deeply vulnerable, moved by your words - thank you for sharing this
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"think perhaps I never got off that seesaw. All my life, I have sat in the middle of things. The two sides of an argument. Quarrelling family members. Friends having a tiff. Hope and despair. Joy and sorrow. And the mother of all conflicts - family and career. My natural response is to absorb some energy from both sides and get on quietly with life. Most of the time this works fine. But sometimes there is a side effect – an internal tsunami that rises like madness from within and demands all my attention. These episodes have reduced with age and don’t happen so frequently now, but I remember a time…!" ..... so much relate. Thanks for writing this for me ❤️
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So much relate- wafers and chocolate ice cream binge mode is always on
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This is a beautiful, moving essay
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Sometimes food comforts ,8 know this feeling.
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