At first glance, I thought this was salmon. Nope, it is ham made into the shape of a fish for some inexplicable reason.
The tediousness of performative under-eating*
1. Back when I used to work in the office, there was one woman who would only ever have half of anything
on offer, no matter what it was. Samosas - oh, goodness, they look and smell lovely, but there’s no way I can eat a whole one, will anyone split it with me? Even biscuits; the Tim Tams or Custard Creams would come out, and she’d painstakingly break them in half and leave the other half in the tin.
2. My ex-MIL is obsessed with how little she eats. Fine, whatever, conversation with her is as dull as, but she then comments about what other women and girls eat. The lads are fine to eat whatever they like, but if you have a fanny, she’s on your case, watching every mouthful, telling you how many calories you’re consuming and ruining your enjoyment of what you’re eating.
*as distinct from diagnosed eating disorders.
