"I remember the first time I had anxiety about food, I was around seven years old. When my parents would fight and my dad got violent, my mom would take us out to dinner. We would go to Charlie Brown’s, which serves American food. If my parents weren’t fighting we would rarely go out to eat, because I am one of seven children so it was considered a luxury to dine out. In my little mind going out to eat equaled a treat, but when my parents were fighting it felt more like an obligation, so it left me confused."

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Question for thought:

1) How can I be more loving to my own body?