When you think of a moment that had a lasting impact on you, what comes to mind? Do you think of that time that you won a medal at the sports carnival? Do you think of the moment you got your first family pet? Or the day you graduated high school.
I will never forget the day I was food shamed for the first time. I was in Year Seven. Young, vulnerable and impressionable. Not even 13 years old.
Food was, and is, an integral part of my culture. Growing up in Greek household, food wasn’t just for sustenance. It was a way to come together. To connect. To gossip, laugh and share. Food was also for pleasure and for taste.
Can I get a strawberry cheesecake in a cone STAT. Starting to think ice cream has surpassed pasta as my favourite food…???? #carbscarbscarbs #thebeautybreakdown #breakingdownbeauty #bopo #healthyisthenewskinny #bodypositive #edrecovery #realrecovery #anorexiarecovery #recovery #recoverywin #health #fitness #fitfam
This one lunch time, I went to pick up my lunch order. I rarely got a lunch order from the canteen and mostly packed food from home. My parents, on this occasion, had allowed me to have a special treat. A lunch order on a Friday afternoon.
I had been looking forward to it all day. I was anticipating sitting in a circle on the bitumen with my high school friends, relishing the taste of my Milo Cup.
So I sat down, opened up that brown paper bag and took out the warm potato pie and milo cup I had been anticipating all day. The one part of my day I was looking forward to.
“Well, THAT’S not a very healthy lunch is it?” one of the girls said.
If I could pinpoint a moment when everything changed for me, that one sentence, dripping with sarcasm and judgement, was the one.