My theory this week: As an emotional eater, my fat actually captures all my sad/angry feels, encapulates them, and deposits them on my ass, rendered inert in their little fatty bubble. This is why food is comforting — got lots of rage and sadness? We need fat molecules STAT to
Despite being sure about the therapy thing, the comments suggesting it have stayed with me. It’s empowering to defy popular opinion and flounce, to define myself by what I’m not going to do. The main problem, is that if I’m not going to therapy, I have to take responsibility for