Food was never simple for me. Growing up in chaos, meals weren’t about nourishment—they were about survival, control, and sometimes punishment. I learned to use food to cope, to soothe, or to disappear. That left me with habits and shame I carried for decades. I know what it’s like to binge, to restrict, to feel out of control, and to feel like your body is your enemy. With time, I began to separate what was mine from what was survival. I’ve worked on rebuilding trust with my body and unlearning the idea that food is something to fight with. My story isn’t about “perfect eating” or a quick fix—it’s about finding balance, small moments of peace, and self-compassion along the way. If you’ve ever felt that food holds more power than it should, or if you’ve struggled with guilt, control, or shame tied to eating, I get it. You don’t have to face it alone.