It seems that sometimes the most basic necessities are the most complex. Money. Shelter. Food.
My relationship with food is complicated, and not in a love/hate sort of way, but in an emotional, hand-wringing sort of way. Between body image issues, growing up, and being diabetic, it really feels like food is the root of all my serious problems.
Earlier I started to write a post about this, but I couldn't consolidate all of the opinions and frustrations and perspectives I have on it. Therefore, I'm starting my first series:
Hopefully it will provide as much insight to you and your own lives as I hope it will do for me!