As a teen, I was sent to a therapist because I wasn’t eating enough. I was getting too thin. But I didn’t have much to say to her, as my friends weren’t eating much either. It felt ‘normal’. She said she couldn’t work with me, if I wasn’t going to speak. But before I left, she shared a slice of wisdom. She said: eat what you want, when you want. It took a while for that to sink in but now, I live by that mantra. I think of it as I add a dollop of golden syrup to my creamy porridge and when I forgo breakfast, because I’m not hungry. I think of it as I eat half a packet of biscuits in one go with no guilt whatsoever, and when I choose to have salad for lunch because I love the crunch of a cos lettuce dipped in tangy, mustard-rich French dressing with a sprinkling of toasted seeds on top. I apply it to food and eating but also to socialising, work, getting dressed, debauchery and adventures. What you want, when you want. You make up the rules.
What you want, when you want
