I used to think control meant safety. If I could just know exactly what was in my food, maybe my body would finally feel like mine. But now, every snack is a negotiation. I stand in the grocery aisle, reading tiny print, feeling my chest tighten when I see words like "titanium dioxide." I know it’s in the frosting, the yogurt, the candy I used to eat without thinking. Now, I put things back, even when I want them. Sometimes I wonder if I’m protecting myself, or just feeding a different kind of fear. The labels keep changing, but the anxiety stays. I wish I could remember what it felt like to eat without reading first. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt