Oh Food

Part one of the Chicago Trip is here.

This is the part where the bus pulled into a McDonalds on the turnpike early in the morning after a night of travel for us to get breakfast.

Oh, Food

You cause such frustration.
I must eat,
Which means choose in front of everyone
What that will be.
Even though I would rather
NOT.

But taking care of self means
Choosing
And sitting
And eating
And being okay with that.

Because the coffee is rich
And fruit and oatmeal
Surprisingly tasty.
And I am a grownup
Who is learning to make peace
With food.

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Thanks for heart-composting with me! I appreciate your words.