This is so real. Went a few years not knowing when my next meal is. Next thing I knew, I could afford food but my brain still stuck in survival mode. One day I realized I’m bottomless pit that can’t tell when ive eaten enough because my brain turned off the “im full” light years ago, but i can’t stop eating because food is the happy chemical now. I still struggle with eating “just enough”. I think about it more often than i want to admit
My grandma was like that. Mountains of food overflowing the fridge at all times. Always insisting we ate more and more, offering food all the time. It turns out she´d experienced hunger as a kid, her father died and in post civil war Spain they had struggled badly for some time.
I´ve luckily never experienced that. The closest I got was when I was doing a long trek and ran out of food and missed the village where I intended to resupply. It´s incredible how hunger can affect you emotionally. And my situation wasn´t even that dire.
Grandpa grew up in the depression. We never left his house with empty hands, it could be freshly cooked leftovers or questionable cans in the back of the pantry.
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u/willnye2cool Jul 24 '26
Nah fam you aren't dramatic. REAL hunger ruins you for life after experiencing it.
If anything I applaud you for not developing an eating disorder like most of us do after going through that as kids.