I long ago came to the understanding that the problems I once had with food were not merely about food. Eating was a way of trying to fill up the emptiness, to provide comfort. It was a substitute for love. I'm not referring to the love that comes from someone else. The love that was missing from my life was self-love. With age, I've discovered a sense of worth that makes me less hungry. A piece of cake is just a piece of cake.

Today I Am a Ma'am: and Other Musings On Life