I LOVE TO EAT. I love the whole experience of eating. I love the feeling of being hungry, of thinking about food and planning what I'm going to eat. I love all the tastes and textures of food- though my favorites are salty and chewy. I love how food, like music, has emotional tags and time markers attached to it. Your grandmother's Christmas cookies. 🎄🍪The meal you had on your first date with your (now) husband. 💏Comfort foods like mac and cheese and chicken noodle soup. 🍲 And finally, I love to eat because well duh, food is just so damn yummy. 🤤
From the moment I was born, two weeks late, my mom said that I could never get full. She said that I I cried and cried for the first couple of months. I've always get the impression that the circumstances surrounding my birth and those early months that followed were very stressful for my mother. 💔She said it wasn't until her rich father in law came to see me (after finally overcoming his disappointment that I was not a boy) bearing gifts and formula, that she finally realized why I cried so much. She said, "Teh reh sah, you cried all the time because you were hungry". She said after supplementing breast milk with formula, I stopped crying. 🙌🏼🎉
I was born in Seoul, South Korea and then my parents moved to Atlanta, Georgia when I was 5 months, then after my sister and brother were born, we moved to Toronto, Canada when I was 5 years old. I find it remarkable that my parents moved to two different countries- where they did not know anyone and spoke limited English. Again, just as she recounts my late entry into the world, she describes these moves and those early years as very stressful. They say that generally most people don't recall memories vividly before the age of 3, some say as late as 5 or 7. Even though I can't recall all those early childhood memories, the ones I can recall are always STRESSFUL. Moments of uncertainty 😳, of elevated emotion 😭, of conflict 😤, and of panic. 😱
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