Lately, I’ve gotten quite a few negative and/or condescending comments regarding my ventures in gluten free eating. They’ve all been deleted.
But I have a few thoughts.
1- I’m a human. We connect, love and support each other… Or at least we should. I don’t need a medical diagnosis myself, to alter my diet in support of my cousin. Didn’t Kelly Pickler just shave her head in support of a friend going through chemo? She wasn’t pretending to have cancer, just supporting someone who did. I know a man whose granddaughter was born deaf. He made a rule that every person in the family would learn ASL, and any time that baby was in the room, they were to sign. Was he suggesting that the entire extended family become deaf? NO! He was showing his little granddaughter that she was an equal, a member of the family, and entitled to inclusion. That’s love. We do hard things that we otherwise might not have to, because we love the people close to us.
2- If I decide I prefer the way I feel, while eating gluten free… Who cares? Really. Does any one say to the vegan “please show me that you are lactose intolerant in your medical charts before eliminating dairy from your diet.” No. Because that’s ridiculous. You don’t have to be medically adverse to meat to become vegetarian. People try things, and if it works, feels good, produces positive results… They continue.
3- I have anorexia. I make up lots of odd rules. My relationship with food is rarely logical. If I am successfully eating this way… Who cares what kind of diagnosis I have? People with anorexia die. People with celiac disease learn to eat gluten free and become healthy. If I can find my way to healthy, by mimicking you, be flattered, not degrading.
I don’t really understand why I’m even having to write all this, but let’s just try to be nice to each other, ok?