“When You Visit, You Eat What’s Served: My Mom Threw Out My Food. Her House, Her Rules”
In our family, the women have always been on the heavier side. Mom always said it was genetics. Biscuits, fried chicken, and donuts – it was all about the food. When I was little, I didn’t think much of it. As a teenager, I realized something had to change. “You’ll eat what I cook. Don’t set a bad example for your younger sister. Stop…”