No One Should Have to Ask Permission to Eat

I sat at my own dining table trying not to cry.

Across from me, my husband Ryan enjoyed a generous dinner while encouraging me to practice “discipline.” My own meal consisted of a small portion of food that left me hungry long before the evening was over.

After clearing the table, I carried our two-month-old daughter, Kelly, upstairs to feed her.

As she nursed peacefully, my stomach ached with hunger.

The experience was difficult to describe.

There is a particular sorrow in nourishing your child while wondering whether you will be allowed enough food yourself.

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