There was a time when the rich are bloated and obese because it shows how well-fed you are during famine and a flex to the peasants on the Parisian streets who are starving to death.
Now it’s a trend for the
rich to be ripped and toned because they can hire personal trainers, dieticians
and get the best quality food to maintain their youthful and stunning physique,
while commoners become obese with the high-sugar, high-fat diet that’s convenient
and most importantly, cheap.
My take on food, as long as it doesn’t make me sad, or addicted, I’m okay.
I’ve associated food with pleasure once, where it’s always something that I must do during social outings (eat, a lot). It got to a point where it’s unhealthy because I can’t stop splurging on seafoods and junk food.
Not only do I not attain any real friendship, my body took a toll and made me feeling sick for months on end. I’ve come to view food as just a source of energy now, not something I particularly enjoy doing but necessary to keep me alive.