*CW: child abuse*
Food played a pivotal role in how I was raised, and similarly speaks to how I endured narcissistic 4bus3. As an adult I've carried a mother wound and thankfully learned how to reparent myself.
To celebrate, I created this small collection of toxic shit my mother actually told me growing up, coupled with small essays about overcoming this programming.
If you have the energy, I highly encourage exploring parental wounding and how it affects your job and current relationships. Alchemize the toxic waste into gold. Get freer and lighter.
Most importantly, cheers. You survived.












