Somewhere early on in my eating journey⁣
I invited meanness to my table⁣
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I put judgment on my plate⁣
At the end of every meal⁣
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I put⁣
⁣
Should’ve⁣
Would’ve⁣
Could’ve⁣
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On every forkful of food⁣
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And every night before I went to bed⁣
I fed myself a few bites of⁣
Shame⁣
And⁣
Repentant plans for tomorrow⁣
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All of it tasted so bitter,⁣
But I felt I deserved it⁣
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I felt that unless my body was small⁣
Smaller⁣
Smallest⁣
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My bites should also be⁣
Small⁣
Measured⁣
Restricted⁣
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But my bites were not⁣
I ingested and digested heaps of body-hate⁣
Until it made my tummy ache⁣
with sorrow⁣
with longing⁣
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I longed for⁣
delight at the table⁣
ease in my belly⁣
and⁣
self-kindness⁣
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So I started to add in⁣
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Add in small bites of⁣
Understanding⁣
Compassion⁣
Deep body-listening⁣
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And the more I added in⁣
The more I helped myself⁣
To mounds of pleasure⁣
Drenched with tenderness⁣
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The more I made time to⁣
Sit at my table with my feelings⁣
And let my body speak her story⁣
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Then and only then did kindness show up⁣
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Kindness showed up at the table⁣
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Hatred was no longer on the menu⁣
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Sometimes shame still ends up on my plate⁣
But I know it doesn’t agree with me⁣
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So I politely say no thank you⁣
And ask for more compassion⁣
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~ Nina Manolson⁣
NinaManolson.com