I was just re-reading Chapter 1 of Jay Campbell’s new book Metabolic Awakening with GLP-1 Peptides. He writes about the moment he took his first shot of Semaglutide and realized — for the first time — what it actually feels like to have your appetite just… disappear. And how that single experience gave him empathy for every person whose biology has been working against them their entire life. Reading that unlocked something in me. So I’m going to share this with you — because I’m pretty sure many of you will understand. My whole life, FOOD was a struggle. A comfort, an enemy, a constant thought. I was a fierce little girl — outspoken, happy, energetic, and fit. But looking back at photos, I see a shift around 7 or 8 years old. I became chubby, and honestly had a pretty unhappy childhood. Food was my comfort. I was lonely. We moved constantly — single working mom, absent dad, no extended family nearby. I never got to establish real roots. I was bullied frequently, always the “new girl,” a total latchkey kid coming home to an empty house. My mom did her absolute best, raising two kids without any support. But looking back… it was rough. Food was usually there, though. (Healthy? Absolutely not.) Not cooked and enjoyed over family dinners — more like last-minute pizzas, fast food, and frozen meals. And cafeteria food in the 90s was slushies, pizza, and mac n’ cheese. IYKYK. 🤣 Eating because I didn’t know what else to do with how I was feeling. In middle school, crying in dressing rooms trying to wear the latest trends, while my gorgeous, fit mom tried to console me — and coach me — at the same time. I got my dad’s Italian genes. Thanks, Dad. 😂 Then high school happened. My friend group grew as I began to… blossom. I started noticing curves. Boys started paying attention. A little confidence crept in. And something shifted — but not in a healthy way. Food went from being my comfort to my complete ENEMY. Restricting. Binging. Purging.