Today, my mind is wondering about this new initiative to get healthy food into children. Something in me becomes offended at the sight of someone saying that my love handles come from unhealthy eating. As I sit here well now into my forties, I recall that these extra pounds came from something else. They came from poverty. They came from running to the table for seconds because there was never enough in the first place. I remember that sinking feeling when you ate, that there was not enough to really get you full. I remember always running out of food and then I remember the hungry days. Those were the days when we would try to make up for not having by overeating when we had it. Food was not taken in for nourishment. Food was the only luxury we could afford. Fresh fruit was a goldmine conveniently placed in a can. Food lost it’s rhythm. Now, people fry chicken on Tuesday and eat bacon on Thursday. What happened to a lifestyle where you did not eat like a king everyday and that was alright because Sunday was coming. Poverty left us scratching like chickens for every grain with no restraint. We ate for tomorrow was not promised. It is funny how people assume your fat simply because you ate too much.
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