“At the end of my freshman year of college, my father criticized me for gaining the fabled “Freshman Fifteen,” and I felt shame, even despair. It took me years to acknowledge that this had been the first time I had access to decent meals three times a day for more than eight months. Sure, I ate my share of junk food, but I was secretly enamored with the balanced meals and the daily salad bar.
Most people would say that they just wanted me to be healthy. But healthy would have been easier to achieve if those same judgemental people had acknowledged the addictions, untreated mental health issues and violence that haunted my family for generations. What if they had simply noticed that we didn’t eat every day and that our access to other health resources was precarious at best? I call bullshit on anyone deciding what is healthy for other people without asking them, even kids.“