CONTENT WARNING: this post includes a semi-NSFW photo of me, and discussion of eating disorders. You’ve been warned. I grew up an average weight. At the time, however, it didn’t feel like I was average. Looking back, I was pretty normal. I wasn’t heavy, but I wore – *gasp* – a size 12, and in…
It’s one of those days where I’m trying so hard to not get into that spiral of thought. I don’t know what set me off. Actually, I have an idea. I remembered this morning. I was juggling my plastic containers of lunch, a travel mug full of coffee, and a tiny cup of goldfish crackers.…
We were making meatballs when it was finally actually spoken out loud. They are for dinner later in the week, meatball sandwiches. I asked him how big he wanted me to roll them. “Don’t make them too small, but not super big,” he suggested. “If you make them too small, you’ll feel like you’re eating…