You don’t pause anymore⁣
not to scan the table,⁣
not to clock what they’re having,⁣
not to read the room⁣
before reading the menu.⁣⁣

You order what you want.⁣
Not what sounds virtuous.⁣
Not what they’ll approve of.⁣
Not what fits into someone else’s⁣
story about you.⁣

You eat in public now⁣

not just on your own⁣
in the car⁣
quietly tossing the wrapper⁣
before anyone sees the evidence,⁣

leaving only your secret sigh.⁣
⁣⁣
You eat in plain sight.⁣
With both hands.⁣

With your eyes closed⁣
because the bite is bliss.⁣

With your eyes wide open⁣
because you are fully here⁣
for every choice you make.⁣

You’re not saving the chocolate⁣
for when the coast is clear.⁣
You’re not shrinking your hunger⁣
to match their comfort.⁣

You don’t earn your food anymore—⁣
with steps⁣
or discipline⁣
or silence.⁣

You are not a better person⁣
for ordering the kale.⁣

You are not a worse one⁣
for licking the butter off your fingers.⁣

You are not a problem⁣
because you have an appetite.⁣

You are not shameful⁣
because you have desire.⁣

This is your body,⁣
this is your need,⁣
this is your seat at the table.⁣

You get to have it.⁣
All of it.⁣
Seen.⁣
Unapologetic.⁣
Whole.⁣

You eat in plain sight now.⁣
And that is a revolution—⁣
and a kind of peace⁣
you didn’t know you were hungry for.