Don’t Hate the Player

I saw her take photos on her phone of the food. She even flipped the food packages around to take snaps of the nutrition facts. She didn’t notice that I noticed or maybe she didn’t care that I did.

It’s not about me after all. This game has been around way longer than me and will likely outlast me.

I played all the same moves. I acted like it was all effortless and random too.

It is hard to watch. It is hard to know she will be praised for it.

It is hard knowing how there are many ways it can end and that none of them are empowering or satisfying.

Whatever the case, I soldier on. I don’t count calories. I don’t scan food labels. I don’t carry in my head a list of food rules longer than the Constitution.

I quit the game, but I’m still living in it.