Behind every woman who struggles with food, there’s often a story woven from survival, tenderness, and the quiet ways we learned to cope. My story — the one that shaped my understanding of emotional eating and healing — began the year my body stopped working the way it once did. After a serious car accident, I found myself trapped inside…
Emotional eating and love often grow from the same place: a kitchen filled with care, intention, and the only love language many mothers knew. For many of us, love arrived as buttered toast, warm casseroles, or second helpings we didn’t ask for. We heard things like: “Eat, you’ll feel better.”“Don’t waste food.”“Take another helping — I made it for you.”…