I tried to cut out a lot of sweets. And I love … cheese. [Cheese] is not a sweet, but …. I don’t care. [I like] cheese on anything, I don’t care. … [I] binge eat and cry. … It’s always going to be a lifelong thing for me. And I’m not where I want to be. When I used to do things like crash diets or things too fast, it never stuck because it wasn’t a lifestyle change, so for this, I’m working out consistently like three to five days a week … It’s been harder. But I’m just changing my diet slowly.
—Khloe Kardashian on her relationship with food and dieting, God love her. I seriously wonder if she feels the way she feels about herself and her body because she worries what people think about her and her body, or if it’s really something that bothers her on a deeper level. Because while I’m not all on board with people destroying themselves through substances (whether it be drugs, alcohol, or edibles), I AM on board with people doing whatever the f-ck they want with their bodies as long as it’s not harming anyone else. I mean, seriously. What’s so wrong with having a few extra pounds? Why’s it such a big deal when people love food? Why does there have to be anything wrong with the person who loves nothing more than to sit down to watch Monday Night Football with a cornucopia of stuff to graze on, having it make them happy?
Seriously, are there not much, much worse things in life than people who derive serious joy from food?