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Welp, I can only recall one job where co-workers made any kind of remark (or even noticed or cared) about my lunch. They weren't pushy or rude. They would go next door for pizza or fast food, while I ate my daily portion of chicken breast or tuna with rice and peas. They would look at me sad and ask if I wanted anything else. I always said no.
I did not get on a high horse or soapbox about it, I didn't feel smug about my "low cal choices", or have sadistic thoughts (or wishes) about their early demise.
The truth is, I was anorexic ... on year 6 by that time. I was killing myself, barely weighing more than Karen Carpenter when she died. My co-workers were right to be concerned.
What you eat or do not eat does not define who you are as a person. Doughnuts don't make a person inherently bad and cruel. Neither do bananas make a person inherently kind and good.
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