n my 20s I was obsessed with what I deemed “clean” foods. At 18 I went travelling, and my friend and I decided to eat only fruit and dried dates during the day and a tuna salad at night. Because we did it together, it felt normal. It didn’t feel like disordered eating because we were never hungry. We knew the Rules and we stuck to them. In Italy I ate gelato and pasta only a couple of times due to our
