When “Simple” Meant Safe

I used to read about the Tarahumara—how they lived on beans and pinole, how it sounded so clean, so simple. I thought maybe if I ate like that, I’d finally stop thinking about food all the time. But simple didn’t mean easy. Every meal felt like a test: did I pick the right thing, did I eat too much, is this what healthy is supposed to feel like? I told myself it was about saving money, but really, it was about control. The fewer choices, the less I could mess up. I kept waiting for my body to feel light, for my mind to quiet down. But all I felt was hungry, and guilty for being hungry. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet