I don’t like eating in public because there’s always some person who feels the need to comment on my food.
‘Ooh aren’t you good’, they say. Or ‘Wow, I wish I could eat that healthily’.
If I bring out my Tupperware at work, I’ll get a comment. If I reach for the second 400g box of pineapple chunks, I’ll get a comment. When I come back from a conference buffet with a plate piled high with salad, I’ll get a comment.
It’s incessant, it’s constant and I really dislike it.
The comments feel like a slur. It’s as though they are asking me to question my decision to eat food that makes me feel good. That I should instead be one of ‘them’ and think of eating fruit and veg as a chore that I should resent it in some way.