't give a fuck what you eatPeople read calorie counts to me, comment on the number of carbs in the menu item, and rationalize their decision to eat one option over another because “maybe it has more protein.” I use to feed into this mentality – the one so many of us have been conditioned to accept and perpetuate – that tells us it is not only necessary, but entirely healthy, to obsess over what we put into our bodies and share that information, as if saying it out loud and expressing your understanding of a 1,000 calorie meal being “unhealthy,” before anyone else can, makes the act of eating it entirely justified and acceptable (as if the act of eating it needs to be justified for being unacceptable).

Here’s something to consider: I don’t give a fuck what you eat, how much you eat, when you eat, or where you eat.

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Letting go of a toxic friendship

It was 8 years in the making.

When we met in high school, the world was different – we were different. Naive, young, and filled with ambition. We were unlike any of the others. We both knew what we wanted, how we wanted it, and how we would get it. In many ways, it seemed like a perfect match. Despite the obvious differences we shared, I always felt we were far more similar than we were dissimilar.

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