My dad has always been the cook in the house and now that we were away from him my sister and I were exiled to eating only the types of food that if you left it on the counter for a few months and revisited it, it would still look the same. It was a life of pizza rolls, hot pockets, kid cuisines, ramen noodles, and any other processed food that you can cook via microwave because Mom was at the bar but she didn’t trust us with the stove. I ate these foods rampantly and slowly I forgot what it felt like to be hungry or full. A few months after the move I began to see myself as a little pig girl: always eating, never clean, making noises that only seemed to bother people. It was like my life had turned into one of the Animorph books that I always stayed up so late reading. I would look at myself and the mirror and oink in disgust. I didn’t look like myself, or feel like myself. I just wasn’t
My dad has always been the cook in the house and now that we were away from him my sister and I were exiled to eating only the types of food that if you left it on the counter for a few months and revisited it, it would still look the same. It was a life of pizza rolls, hot pockets, kid cuisines, ramen noodles, and any other processed food that you can cook via microwave because Mom was at the bar but she didn’t trust us with the stove. I ate these foods rampantly and slowly I forgot what it felt like to be hungry or full. A few months after the move I began to see myself as a little pig girl: always eating, never clean, making noises that only seemed to bother people. It was like my life had turned into one of the Animorph books that I always stayed up so late reading. I would look at myself and the mirror and oink in disgust. I didn’t look like myself, or feel like myself. I just wasn’t