⁣
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.