Letters

Note: I am going to start writing a series of letters to people (and things, obviously). I got the idea from this website, and I figured it would be a wonderful way to clear my mind. This is the first, and while it may seem that I wrote it in an offhand manner, I can assure you that this is how I feel about food.


Dear Food,

We’ve had a long and tumultuous relationship, but I really think it’s time to call it quits. For twenty-five of my thirty years, you have ruled my life. You have tempted me, punished me, made me cry, made me sick, and just really ruined my life, my body, and my health. Well I’m here today to say: NO MORE! I am giving you up, Food. We had fun tonight, but it is now over. Oh sure, I’ll use you to live, but it won’t go beyond that. There will be no more stolen midnights together, secret snacking in the afternoon, or tempting holidays. You will be MY bitch, not the other way around.

I know this will come as a shock to you. I know that you will always be around, flaunting your gorgeous wares. I know that at times it will be hard to resist you. However, I will reflect on what I went through to get my surgery and laugh in your face. I will look down at the scar on my belly and feel the hardness of the port that is near my skin, and I will let you go.

Goodbye, old friend. I won’t miss you.

-Jess