I was reading something and it mentioned about the person having a nice home and family and about how they probably never had to go hungry a day in their life
And I suddenly started to feel bad about those times I used to not eat because I was stressed or sad or angry or dysphoric or because I was in a rush and didn't want to change my schedule.
Like, I live in a good place and my parents are great cooks and we're a family that makes the most of our money and materials, no matter how much we have, now or in the past.
And now I feel really guilty for the last 2-3 years that I recently refused to eat or purposefully ate less and less.
I'm sure I'll be fine once I sleep in a few minutes, but I got really sensitive about it.
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