I got my period in fifth grade, and just like that, my breasts were grenades waiting to be set off. I got a set of curves that I had absolutely no idea what to do with. Was it the Italian in me that grew curves? Or was it the American in me—from growing up in a culture of Coca-Cola, McDonald’s, and Lunchables?
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The Wellness Cleanse is over! Today marked the last day. My group had a yoga class together--slightly different from our normal classes, as we held each pose for 8 breaths. Then, we had a delicious potluck of clean food! It was yummy! As I reflect on it all, it seems like it went so fast. Too fast! I'm hoping to continue some (if not most) of the things I learned. I hope to continue the following...
Food is important--we all need it to survive. Many of us have varying dietary restrictions/needs, while some of us choose our own. This is all great, except when judgments are made and privilege is not acknowledged. I'm not vegan; I'm not even vegetarian, but I also don't really identify with being a carnivore, even though I do eat meat from time to time. I try to be as conscious as I can with regard to what I put in my body. I believe we all should be aware of this. My issue, however, comes about when I hear people placing their diet on a pedestal--a "my-diet-is-better-than-yours" pedestal. It's judgmental, and it's ridiculous.
I miss my home.