A relationship
FRAUGHT with
ebbs of desire, longing, and comfort
flows of betrayal, loneliness and withholding
This is the complicated world of
food
food brings people together. right?
food is a connector. a conduit to celebration, fuel for the day-to-day. but in the throes of an eating disorder, the spiritual connection of sharing a meal is broken.
food becomes a taunt, a temptation, forbidden. an indulgence to be paid for.
in recovery from an eating disorder, reintroducing yourself to food is a scary journey. it’s not just about eating again. it’s about building a new relationship with such an essential key to life. one way i’ve found positive meaning in what used to be a minefield is through mindfulness.
taking photographs of the things i eat, rendering them in other media, NOTICING the food and drink I’m taking in, is a simple way to honor this relationship.
to show respect for my body, for my food, and for the vast network of humans that allow it to find its way to my plate.
get jiggly with it
when we were lucky enough to travel to japan, we explored the finest cuisine, including this convenience store jiggly cake parfait.
sometimes, food just isn’t that serious.
learning to cook
cooking has been especially hard for several reasons
the amount of food produced by a single recipe is typically for at least two people, so portioning correctly and confidently can be a challenge
it takes time, and patience
it’s also been surprisingly therapeutic. putting so much work into creating food bonds you to the dish and helps you develop a mutual respect for the little chickpeas and vegetables and things that are about to fuel your greatness.