dear gluten,
you are perfect in every way…
bread, pasta, baked goods, snacks, you name it;
but god you can be such a bitch sometimes.
how is it, that something so wonderful, can hurt so, so bad?
i’ll never forget the day i heard those 3 wretched words:
you. have. celiac.
i began to realize why all of my favorite foods brought me pain with every bite.
i learned that is in fact NOT normal to feel like dying after every meal,
what a novel concept that is.
everytime i think “oh, maybe i grew out of it” i am painfully proven wrong.
what kind of bullshit idea is that?
why on earth would i possibly think you would decide to like me back?
on top of it all, there is no greater feeling of betrayal than being “glutened”.
it’s one thing when i indulge myself, knowing my unpleasant & mortifying fate;
but it’s a whole other ballgame when you sneak into foods i thought were safe.
i’ll never understand why you would choose me of all people to plague.
i’ve always been nothing but good to you.
but i guess we’ll never know.
so for now, here’s a big “fuck you too!”
hate,
caroline
