Eating Emotions, Part I
My nickname as a kid was “Din din” because as a toddler, I was always asking when “din din” (dinner) was. My love of food didn’t catch up with me until the fourth grade. In my class photo, I’m sitting in the front row wearing a Kelly green turtleneck and the gauchos that were popular in the ’70s. My hands are clasped in my lap, and I’m hunched over so my stomach folds in several places. I remember my despair when I saw that photo — I hadn’t…