I am a recovered bulimic. I was very bulimic. It made me lonely, ashamed and disgusted of myself.
Today emotional eating looks like a bowl of rice bran solubles with cacao nibs. So of course I am happy and proud.
Because there is progress. Because I honestly look at it now.
Emotional eating, you are welcome in my life. I know that one day, I will not need you anymore. I am getting there.
PS: dear emotional eating, feel free to leave the life of as many women as you can, thank you.