I Ate Kenikir. I Still Felt Broken.

I read somewhere that kenikir leaves might help with health—maybe even cancer. So I started adding them to my meals, like maybe the right plant could fix what I couldn’t. Every bite was supposed to mean hope. But all I could think about was whether I’d eaten too much, if my stomach looked bigger, if I was still in control. I kept waiting for a sign that I was healing—physically, emotionally, anything. But nothing changed, except the quiet guilt after every meal. I wanted to believe in a miracle leaf. I just wanted to feel okay in my own skin. #FoodGuilt #ControlIsExhausting #NotJustAboutTheScale #Health #Diet