I eat as often as I can. I'll eat even if I don't feel like eating.
Cucumber reminds me of my mother making me eat sprouts.
People make fun of what I'm eating because they can tell I hate it. They know I am not happy eating healthy food. I look miserable - I look like I would rather be eating something else.
But when you're grieving, when you're going through something difficult, you lose your appetite. You don't want to eat. People are also always commenting on your weight, while at the same time forcing you to eat, so it's very complicated.
You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.
When you're thinking, "Why do I have to eat Aunt Sue's casserole with potato chips crumbled on top again?" change that thought to "A couple of bites won't kill me."
You dream to eat whatever you can and get away with it and then when you're told you have to eat, it loses its fun straight away.
I think they're going to force us to eat lots of cake and then take an unreasonably long nap.
I come from a big Irish family who force-fed me as a kid, so not eating was never an option.
Your pimples are the Lord's way of chastising you. Now eat your pie.
