feel b… what I wanted was food. Not, binge in the dark at midnight and feel bad about myself kind of food. No, I wanted crusty baguettes and soft cheeses and the feeling of a full belly of capellini and my own thin-crust Neapolitan pizza, not to share, goddamnit, I want my own plate, my own dish, my own serving of this goddamn life that is mine, for fuck’s sake!