I have never written much about my food intolerances, even though they've been a big part of my life, even before I knew I had them. I finally wrote the personal essay that's been stewing in my head for years (with the encouragement of my lovely friend Shreya, who commissioned and edited it).
My body had never seemed really part of me. In the last few years, I have learned to know it, to care for it, to even love it instead of resenting its limitations. I am amazed now at how strong it is... In spite of all the poison I have fed it, my body continues to function and heal itself.Read it here.
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