Confession: Diary of a hungry woman
We strolled the grocery aisles- a family of four. We were hungry and homeless-looking, coming straight from a run and play at the park. Our hands were probably dirty. Our clothes were sweaty. My "messy hair, don't care" bun teetered to one side of my head, reminding the world I needed a cut and color immediately. Within the store stood a small McDonald's. Lloyd nodded toward the menu. "Do you want anything?" My face scrunched tightly, revealing my disdain for fast food. "It's still one of the things I can't eat, after all those years being a vegetarian..." I explained. I took another glance at the menu, pausing thoughtfully as I scanned- the rumble in my abdomen reminding me I was hungry. The look of disgust on my face didn't match the salivation in my mouth- the scenario took me back a year. In that moment, I remembered. I remembered the random cravings I had while pregnant with Alana. One of them wa...