You Are What You Eat
By Amanda Hawkins in edible
They say this as if to say
eat your vegetables. But what if I bake cakes,
and eat them—what does that make me?
Sometimes they are ridiculous,
huge and sugared and over-the-top.
I call them grand.
Sometimes they are coarse, bitter-edged,
and not fit for company.
I call them humble.
What if I want to be like that?
Humble. And grand. At times
decorated and dressed up, layered and
complex, and other times not
layered but laid bare, tender and easily broken.
They are all of them all-natural.
They have integrity, and poise.
Could be I am taking this too far, this cake.
Or could be this unhealthy habit is
the health of healing a perspective:
Wonder and whimsy are essential
to wellness. There is grace in
grace given and grace received:
A good cake met with good thanks
rather than guilt or gluttony. This could be
transformation, seeing food
not as enemy or as fuel but as
multi-valent. It feeds
my human and my divine, my mortal and my sprite.
We are what we eat and we are how we eat it.
We become our own creation. I want to be
not only grown, beets bursting
from a dark earth, which I am.
I want to be created. Recreated.
Simultaneously delicious and
delightful and deserved. I want to be
another slice please, every molecule in
place, every history of how I make
well-balanced, well-bred, well-fed,
and, what is more, I want to be more
than the sum of my parts. A sweeter version
of my former self.