Comfort food isn’t about taste — it’s about memory.
It’s the food you reach for when you’re tired of being strong. When words feel like too much. When you need something familiar and reliable.
That food holds versions of you — younger, softer, less burdened. It reminds you that you’ve been cared for, even if it wasn’t perfect.
Sometimes survival looks like eating something warm and letting yourself breathe.
Tomorrow’s prompt: A version of me I’m proud I outgrew.
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