Food is not love but can it be an expression of love? I wrestled with that one today. It’s been cold and the urge to bake has been tugging at me. I love to bake. Cooking is a chore but baking feels special and warm. Cooking is necessary to sustain us. Baking is a delightful indulgence.
Like many women, food seems to have all kinds of issues and history for me. So many of us grow up watching as our mothers lived out their insecurities with food, trying diets and exercise plans and cleanses galore. So many of us can share stories of the crazy pressure to avoid food and not emotionally eat. So many stories surrounding food plague women.
Food is something we need but something that can destroy the image we feel we should fit. The struggle is real. No matter how much I know my worth is in Jesus, I still hate myself a little bit because of the size of my jeans. Mothers hand this struggle down to daughters, something I am trying wholeheartedly not to continue with my girls.
So that brings me to the question: is it wrong to show love with food?