Fat. That is my word. That’s the word I wake up next to every single morning and go to sleep with every single night. Still. I’m twenty years old and I don’t remember a single day when I haven’t been wholly and irrevocably obsessed with food. If I’m giving a presentation in class, I’m thinking about food; if I’m calling my credit card company to replace my card, I’m thinking about food; if I’m in a job interview, I’m thinking about food; if I’m eating, I’m thinking about food. Most of my day consists of obsessing over eating food, not eating food, when to eat it, how much to eat, where to buy it from, what I already ate today, what I will eat today, what I will eat a month from now. You get the idea.