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'I don't give a toss what the world's 'Most Beautiful Woman' eats. Nor should you.'

I have a bit of a whacky suggestion. When it comes to what someone is shoving in their pie-hole… could everyone else just please… shut their pie-hole?

Right on the back of the Bridges brouhaha (I’m sure you can’t have missed it, but in case you did, Michelle Bridges apparently thinks there is a direct correlation between body size and happiness…) I have just now read this on viralthread.com:

‘Well Jennifer Aniston recently spoke to Elle magazine and seriously, her daily food menu will probably make you a little sad inside.’

Jennifer may be the Most Beautiful Women, but some find her food intake most depressing. (Image: WHO)

Well, I can promise you, even without reading about her daily food intake, I know that I am absolutely, positively NOT going to be a little sad inside about it. Not unless she’s taken to eating baby pandas.

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Why would I feel sad? It’s her taste buds, her hunger pangs (or not…) her food, her body, her decision, her emotions. Not mine. I am quite fond of Jennifer Aniston (or of what the media presents her to me to be, anyway) and I am an empathetic person. But I have absolutely not one shred of emotion when it comes to the food she eats.

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I am quite fond of Jennifer Aniston... but I have absolutely not one shred of emotion when it comes to the food she eats. Image via Gettty

It’s one thing to be interested. It’s understandable to question what someone else might be eating because I think it seems to be working out okay for them and I might want to emulate it. But it is another thing ENTIRELY to be feeling SAD about what someone else eats. What does it matter? What effect does it have on me?

If you haven’t guessed it already, I’ve suffered at the mouths of food-judgers… and even food sympathisers. The ‘poor you’ looks. I promise, the poorest-me thing about my food choices is getting the poor-you looks.

You see, other than a couple of short stints where I tried to be like everyone else, I’ve been gluten-free for the past four years. And it’s incredible how much angst this seems to cause others. The fact is, I’m not holding anyone down and force-feeding them polenta, I’m not asking anyone else to fork out the extra moulah for my gluten-free cookies, I’m not preaching to them that they should jump on the ‘bandwagon’ that – according to some – I jumped on. I just select gluten-free options for myself. Should be no harm done. But apparently, because I haven’t been diagnosed with coeliac disease, my gluten-free choices are upsetting to others. Not all others, of course, but to some outspoken others, definitely.

I’ve been gluten-free for the past four years. And it’s incredible how much angst this seems to cause others. Image via Getty
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I could go in-depth and discuss all the reasons why a gluten-free diet works for me, I could talk ad nauseum about why a little soy sauce here and there doesn’t seem to cause me problems but eating a sandwich or a piece of gluten-laden cake does… but really, why do I have to? Why do I have to make anyone else feel better about the food that I choose to digest with my own gut?

‘Oh but you could just have a little bit, couldn’t you? That wouldn’t hurt would it?’ The look that accompanies the dessert is usually kind, hopeful, sad for me…

But I promise, there’s no need for anyone to be sad for me about it. Nobody needs to be sad, or experience any other emotion about the food I put in my own mouth… We need to hold on to our food emotions for our own food, I say, and please ourselves, not anyone else. And if Jennifer Aniston wants to add egg whites to her oats, and doesn’t eat crackers – good for her! I’m sure everyone else’s concerns are utterly wasted on her.

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