Want to hear something ironic? I am an avid and passionate baker and spend my days either talking about or reading about food, yet for the majority of my junior and senior years of high school, I had an eating disorder. I want to laugh too after reading that statement. Maybe the questions arise in your mind as it did mine: how? The answer is pretty simple: dissatisfaction. I hate saying that, but that’s the bottom line. At the beginning of my second semester of junior year, I began to realize that my little girl metabolism stopped working as quickly. I was never one to work out if seconds were available I wanted them, and dessert? Well, that had to be a daily thing. But in my home, our menus and diets often changed and had a consistent unpredictability about them. It quickly became impossible for me to keep up with our ever-changing food rules. In my home, there was a season where there were good foods and bad foods, clean foods or junk foods, real foods or processed foods.