My feeding tube could make my life easier and better, but a visceral shame pulsed through me when it came to actually using it.
“I need a new way to eat,” I say. The nutritionist nods and says, “You want to lose some weight while we’re at it, right?”
Nothing had changed from the night before—except for the certainty that everything had changed. Food as I had always known it was now in the past.
“The desire and the wrongness both, inseparable, pulled at me.”