Eating My Feelings

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My first memorable point of no return came over bake-at-home chocolate chip cookies. I was a sophomore in college and living alone in my first apartment. It was 300 something square feet, I could stand in one place and see everything. I loved the freedom it provided. I could eat anything I wanted, whenever I wanted. I did a lot of baking - out-of-the-box cakes for breakfast, chip and dip lunches, cookies for dinner. 〰

It was a weekend afternoon. I had nothing to do, nowhere to be. I'd made another pan of cookies, I'd already eaten two rounds that day, nearly a dozen cookies (don't judge). When I pulled them out of the oven I was disgusted with them and myself. I knew that one more cookie wasn't going to make the confusion and self loathing I was feeling go away but I had no idea what else to do. I put them all down the garbage disposal (because I knew I'd just eat them out of the trash) as I cried deep and gasping sobs. 〰 
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