Cooking as Self-Love

Cooking saved my relationship with my body. For years I saw food as numbers

and calories, something to fear and control. Then I started actually cooking.

Choosing fresh ingredients at the market. Feeling the textures. Smelling the garlic and herbs.

Creating something with my hands. The ritual became meditation. Each meal I made

was proof I could nourish myself without punishment. Now my kitchen is where I practice

self love. Food isn't the enemy anymore. It's art, it's comfort,

it's connection. Cooking taught me that feeding myself can be an act of kindness.