The Menu
I thought I was too old to start hating food.
The way it made my stomach ache when it wasn't inside me, and the way it would make my stomach churn when it was.
It's a weird predicament, for everything I desire causes me pain, and everything I despise is being shoved down my throat as a remedy.
I hate food. Hate if for what it does to me. Hate what it turns me into. Hate when people who don't know say "Eat. You should eat!" and the people who know say "Stop. That's not good for you"
It's a fight. Constant struggle for me to decide what I want. The moment I start eating there's a problem but also the moment I stop. I hate it, and I don't think I've ever hated something with such passion.
I thought I was too old to start hating food... but maybe 20 isn't too old to start.