think about your heart, forget about your head

Do I miss some foods I can't eat anymore without getting sick? Sure, but that's not what really bothers me. What bothers me is being excluded from a huge portion of human social life of which food is a crucial component. What bothers me is the stress and social stigma of trying to figure out what I can safely eat. What bothers me is the amount of extra work and cost that is required of me to identify, obtain, and prepare safe foods. What bothers me is people treating my needs like a nuisance, as though I chose to be like this - as though their brief inconvenience to check an ingredients list is unreasonable, when I deal with this every day of my life forever.

I don't miss the food that much. I miss not having to worry about what I eat. I miss freedom. I miss when trying new foods and new restaurants was fun instead of a minefield. I miss not having to plan my entire life around the need for safe foods.

(this scene is why I watch this movie on Valentine's Day every year)

"These two women, they’re trapped in this secret life. And being trapped in these apartments was such a great metaphor that we just mined the hell out of it. So we did all these overheads of them trapped in it, which is standard noir stuff – these overheads of “rats in a box.” People walking down a hallway? Let’s just shoot it from above so we can see the rats in the maze. They cannot break out of this thing. The wallpaper was made of squares within squares within squares. So you’re constantly – subliminally – reminded that these people are trapped in their lives."