I made my son cry today. It’s not my finest moment, nor is it one I intentionally did. You see… Read more I Made My Son Cry Today
It’s not pretty.
But it’s real and raw.
I have a box for every food and food group. No longer just a “good” box or “bad” box but a “intermittent-fasting-box”, “fodmap-friendly-box”, a “screw-it-youre-fat-box”…
It’s a despicable day … despicable me kinda day. Body loathing. Body shaming. When will this change.