Don’t ask me how I feel about food because you’ll find yourself lost in stories that glorify pathological eating patterns. Yes, I am a loud-mouthed *******. Yes, I will tell you about the time all I ate on a Wednesday was a single mustard packet and you better believe I held the near-empty plastic sleeve under my desk ripped it open and brought the splayed-out wrapper to my lips.
How about the Saturday night my roommate left for her boyfriend’s house. I waited for the sound of her car pulling out of the driveway then spent the next two hours eating bowl after bowl of frosted cereal and throwing them up one after another until I couldn’t feel my jaw.