And then I thought: When did I stop listening to Carla? We spend so much time telling ourselves “no.” No to the second slice of cake. No to the spontaneous beach trip. No to the expensive cheese. No to the afternoon nap. We’ve been trained that cravings are weaknesses—little gremlins of impulse that must be tamed.
Carla wanted the brine. The crunch. The sweet-tangy slap of vinegar on her tongue at an hour when most sensible people are dreaming of kale smoothies. carla craves
But what if cravings are actually ?
What if Carla craves a crisp pickle because her body needs electrolytes? What if she craves a solo dance party in the living room because her spirit needs to shake loose the week’s stress? What if she craves a bold red lip on a Tuesday morning because ordinary days deserve a little armor? And then I thought: When did I stop listening to Carla
I ate three. Standing up. No plate. No shame. No to the expensive cheese