I didn’t start eating and enjoying food until I started venturing out with friends and eating food I enjoyed in restaurants with them.

I can’t even remember much of the food my mom used to make. I wouldn’t eat most of what she would cook. I may have had an eating disorder then. Plus she was so abusive about it.

I really enjoyed learning to cook and take care of myself.

Each person contributed so much, teaching me their ways of doing things. I’m still learning.

That’s what I love about people. They teach me.