EzineArticles.com: As a young girl growing up I learnt early on to associate my lovability with my body shape, size and appearance. If I was thin, I was loveable, if I was not, then nothing mattered, a part of me felt that perhaps I was destined to be alone. Food not only became my lover, became my fleeting source of momentary happiness and comfort, it also became the source of guilt and shame that ultimately prolonged the suffering as it feed the beliefs of aloneness

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Food, Dieting and Love: A Personal Journey