I’ve sat with people whose lives have been narrowed by food — not simply by what they eat, but by what eating has come to mean . Some arrive with numbers and rules: calories, weigh-ins, rituals, the blunt logic of control. Others speak in a quieter register: exhaustion, shame, dread, a body that feels like an accusation, an appetite that feels like a moral failure. From the outside, it can look like a problem of discipline or appearance. From the inside, it is more often a pr

Contrary to a glib understanding of some French authors, hell can more often be a personal one than that found when in the company of others

Having the best intentions when attempting to help someone, as many of you will have experienced, can be less than straightforward. . .