It's complicated, but it stops today.

I've lived with what seems to be an abusive relationship with food.
All human relationships with food are complicated. It begins out of your control. You rely on your parents to feed you, to teach you about nutrition, to provide you with information about food and what it will indelibly mean to you. That varies from the traditions of eating turkey on thanksgiving (or not) to whether or not you will form an emotional dependency on food because you are taught how to feel about food. You watch your parents and their body types and you think: That is who I should be. That's how I should eat. Whether you grow up in Antigua and eat with your hands or eat with chopsticks because and food should come to you, not vice versa, how you eat becomes a statement. It's cultural. It's emotional. For some, it is stigmatized.

I don't want this to be some sort of progress blog, because I have had a few before and they usually end in strangers encouraging me to be unhealthy about how I lose weight or family members becoming way too invested in how I choose to treat my body.
I suppose that's what happens when you subject yourself to the unsolicited opinion black hole of the internet: everyone will take away slices of your intent and expect you to answer for their expectations of you. If they know you intimately, it becomes a personal offense.
But It is not just the internet that puts a spotlight on how you eat- those anonymous foodbloggers of the world, from those inspired to starve and detailing each calorie of a binge. It isn't just a private humiliation, but a public collective negative force to those when you look a certain way.
Let's not pussy-foot any further:
Eating disorders. Anorexia. Bulimia. EDNOS, Binge Eating.
Not only have I lost control in the throes and tendencies all my life, but other people that decide what is acceptable for my body to endure, what other people decide is acceptable for me to look like, and what I should feel like because of my physicality.
You become public domain for cruelty as a woman of size. Then when you are trying to alter your eating habits and become healthier. Then when you struggle with another type of eating disorder when health becomes an obsession.
But the stigma lessens as you attain a more classical aesthetically pleasing body.
At what cost, approval for health? At what cost, to blend? And why are so many so angry with the body I own. 
Food, whether it's fuel, an agent to punish oneself, a comfort, or a financial burden, is a necessity. It's unavoidable. Food is something much more than nourishment in a society great enough to create technology to mass produce it and mass produce the ideals of human form that very few realistically attain in a healthy manner.
My society is too young to know what it's doing, I suppose. So I am here, basically, to speak for bodies everywhere (especially mine) and the things we put ourselves through for the sake of our bodies (and to destroy our bodies.)

 My goal is to shake assumptions and stereotypes- to change things because I am body positive. Because health isn't an option for everyone, and mental health often stands in the way.
This is a celebration of the human body.