I am and will always be, an emotional eater
meet emo eater, GiGi, the california witch 🫧 poet & author of The Scorpio Rising
My love for pizza
stems back to the time
I spent in my
Mother’s womb
because I once did a
hypnotherapy session
and she helped guide me
back to this space.
A space where my Mother
was stressed and my Father
didn’t do anything to
make it better
so, she developed a love
for chinese food.
So, now when I’m stressed,
my love and desire
for pizza and
ice cream and chinese food
and all the things
triggers my mind to eat;
an arm reaching up
from my stomach, deep within me,
and pulling in all of the comforting foods
that help to temporarily melt the stress away in that moment of instant gratification.
You see,
it started with the stress,
a very carefully curated
emotional response to the world around me-
a world that I had not even entered
yet when I began emotionally eating
within the space of
my Mother’s womb.
And it felt so good to
eat through the stress, it’s all I ever knew,
to open my mouth and
consume everything and everyone
around me through
numbing myself out to what I was actually feeling.
Because I couldn’t control the stress,
I couldn’t control the pressure
my Mother felt she was under
as I was growing in her womb space,
but I could control the feeling with food that was actually, really, a lack of feeling.
When life handed me lemons
I ate them all along with everything else
around me because that
I could control.
Sure, I love the taste,
the sensations,
the joy and pleasure
received through eating,
but I really love and cherish and desire
the control that comes from
eating my feelings instead
of feeling the actual dish that life
is serving me.
Now, when I eat,
I still eat to feel,
but I don’t allow the
pizza or ice cream to
dictate those feelings.
Instead of the feeling as the outcome, I begin with the feeling
of joy and love and pleasure and desire
and the food amplifies these feelings;
the cherry on top of My
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.
I am and will always be
an emotional eater.
At times of the past I was
eating my emotions
and allowing them to consume me
and now I’m really into consuming all of the goodness
that surrounds me by
eating more of
what makes me feel
good here now, tomorrow, and every other day to come.
this poem submission won GiGi,
, @thegigirising on instagram, an emotional eater tote. Read more submissions here
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