I am a sibling.
One (the eldest) of three.
This blog is not about my siblings (who are, by the way, totally wonderful and I love them to bits); but I think it might be about a younger me’s reaction to them, so I’m going to include this.
It is important to distinguish between your reality and the alternative versions of reality; the stuff that belongs to other people, and that which belongs to you.
This bit is mine.
Earlier today, someone asked me what I liked to eat as a child. Hoping to access my pre-ED tastes, I decided that casting my mind back a little (lot) and exploring the things that I used to look forward to at mealtimes sounded like a good idea.
It was. I just didn’t find what I was expecting.