Really, I don’t journal about my relationship with food. At this point, it is what it is, you know?
I’ve got better things to do, such as looking at my pores in a magnifying mirror or talking about the weather*. But if I did, here is what it would look like.
New York, October 28th, 2023.
This is it. I don’t fit in my boyfriend jeans. My face has lost its …