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I Hate That I Can’t Love Food

I’m going to preface this article by saying that I was a fat kid. And when I say fat, I don’t just mean puppy fat, I mean like pushing 100kg (220 pounds | 15.7 stone) fat, and that was just at 14. By the time I saw 16 I’d lost a quarter of my body weight, but none of my intense adoration of scrumptious treats, and you know what? I’m totally ok with that. Because I’m going to make a confession today.

I Love Food

Yet as a woman, I’m always feeling like there’s this little part of me that shouldn’t enjoy eating. You know, girls don’t go back for seconds, don’t pile their plate high. This behaviour is totally suited for men, but for ladies, well, not so much. And that really pisses me off. I LOVE food. I love it, what more is there to say. I love all kinds of food, and will eat it in all its mouthwatering, saliva-inducing forms. And yes, I also love to exercise, and whether its stand up paddle boarding, or long walks in the common, I’m up for that too. But if there’s a buffet breakfast to be had, make no mistake, I am first in line!

One thing that I am so happy with when I travel is that I get these amazing opportunities to try all kinds of different food. In fact, it’s one of the things I most look forward too when I travel, and one of the things I most miss during the times I’m briefly off the road. I’ve been living in England for the last few months, and my diet is predominantly Asian foods. I love curries, spicy soups and above all, stir-fry. Sure, I’ll indulge in a pasta every now and again, but there’s no cure for winter blues like a Thai laksa, of that I’m certain!

But there’s been something really bugging me, eating away inside me you might say, since I’ve been travelling. Maybe now it’s finally burst to the surface, or maybe I’m just a little hangry (hungry + angry) and taking it out with a rant, but it’s finally reached boiling point. I hate it that when I’m out there in the world, whether its travelling in Vietnam or kicking back in England, I never seem to  see girls who love food. Why? I know girls love food, I know it on a deep personal and even spiritual level (I’m talking to you flying spaghetti monster) that girls love food. So why aren’t we flaunting that more? Why is it appropriate for a guy to order an enormous, delicious steak and sides while his lady friend settles with salad? Why is it that girls will say they’re hungry, but be content with something most guys would classify as a snack? I hate the stereotype, but to be honest, I’m seeing it too much to brush it off.

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Ladies, please. Do yourself a favour, and do us all a favour. Be in love with your food. I honestly feel that this is one of the reasons that so many young girls have such an unhealthy relationship with food. We demonise it, make ourselves feel guilty for having it, and ultimately lose the capacity to enjoy it. Food is great, and it should be this delicious part of our existence that some ladies are seriously missing out on. You can love food, and you can be healthy doing it. Hell, it’s probably more healthy to love food than anything else, because when we love it, and we don’t beat ourselves up about eating, we start to really match what foods are good for us, and for our bodies.

Personally, I’m going to be taking a stand against my foodphobic ladies, and setting an example. If I’m digging what’s for dinner, and my stomach is in need to filling after a hard day on the road, I’m going for seconds. And if I’m sitting down to a buffet breakfast, it won’t just be the fruit section I’m choosing from. Instead I’m going to be making the most of my gastronomical adventures, as well as my locational ones, and enjoying everything that I can about the amazing foods of the world.

This post originally appeared on BarefootBeachBlonde.com, the pre-evolved version of Maps And Mandalas. I’ve republished it here with its original date because I love it that much.

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