As a child, I think I always loved food a little too much. I depended on it to bring me joy. I hoped it would make me happy. I would think about it constantly and had to eat everything I craved. Any food I saw, I just had to have.
Being nice to myself is one of the most difficult things for me to do. My automatic mind is to ridicule myself until I get it “right.” But, my past anorexia, binge eating disorder, body dysmorphia and bulimia have always resulted in the complete opposite.