gazpacho salad

I have a weird and complicated relationship with food. Mostly, I eat what I want when I want it. I don’t pay attention to calories or fat grams or whatever, because I feel subservient and powerless when I do so. (I told you that this was weird.) I have been the kind of person who cares about those things, and I am pretty sure that this preoccupation made me a really boring and unhappy person. Ultimately, I rejected that kind of obsession and the body hatred that accompanied it. Instead, I thwart patriarchy by eating whatever the fuck I want. (I’m only half-joking.) These past few days, my body has been saying: GREEN FOOD PLEASE. ALSO: VEGETABLES WOULD BE NICE. I obliged my body’s polite request. I made this beautiful and delicious gazpacho salad, inspired by a recipe I saw on a cooking show. It is almost too lovely to eat. But I’m eating it anyway. This will feed me for a few days, and for those few days, I will feel healthy and strong and capable. All because I am eating vegetables.