Friday, February 18, 2011

soft spoken with a broken jaw

ginger tofu by the lovely Emily, faux open sandwich by me


It seems like everyone I talk to here defines themselves by what they do and don't eat, as if food makes you whole, makes your identity. It's curious to me, I find myself asking question after question. I find myself asking myself these questions too, how much of what I put in me defines me? How much is enough? It's not something I have an answer to. 

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