Once upon a time, there was food. Also once upon a time, there was a kid who fell in love with the food. He fell so in love, in fact, its said he would dream about food and talk to people about food he would combine in his head.
One day, he was invited to a party. A party is something he always wanted to go to, but something he was never invited to. This was his chance. He could finally show people who called him names because of his love life for food. Nobody understood the two's love, all they every wanted to do was separate the two of them it seemed. That is, with the names they used, the way they used the names. He was always being pushed away from his love for food.
The party was that night. Food was their, but the boy tried to ignore her because when he was with food, everyone could only laugh and jest. So, while ignoring his love, he could only think of her, crave her all the way to the very pit of his stomach. The party wasn't there, in his head, the boy could only think of food and her scent and didn't talk to anybody, didn't really move around. He just sat in a corner and thought about the organic shapes which take form in various different ways.
He finally decided to move, he finally decided to become something he wishes he was. A social bird who went from group to group and shared various conversations. It was going well too, until the boy ran into her. There, in the kitchen, was food. He couldn't hold back, with a tear in his eye the boy sank into her.
From another window looking in on the party, it would look like a simple get together, but nobody would know all alone was a boy with an empty plate.
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This story really is about myself as a younger boy. I once weighed 250 pounds and the only thing which limited my life was food. It drove me into solitude. Food leads to more weight more weight leads to public humiliation and public humiliation leads to a dark side in which I proclaimed more comfortable than any life with friends. It wasn't true though. After losing the weight, I realized the only thing limiting myself was my mind. I am stronger now for my past and am glad I once had a intimate relationship with food.
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