TW; food issues and related. (𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) “here, try these.” damiano moves the french fries towards you. “tell me what do you think.”

you look down at the thin, large, yellow, fried things. you raise an eyebrow, contemplating it.

it’s not that you’re a complete weirdo or something. you grew up eating healthy, organic, green, boring food your entire life– yes it did keep you healthy and in shape, but at what cost? you never had a birthday cake, an ice cream in a hot day or a happy meal. your mom was an almond mom, like the leader of them so yes, you didn’t have much of a choice.

now 24 years later you’re “free” and able to eat whatever you want. and here’s damiano, your boyfriend, supporting and encouraging you to try what you’ve craved for so long, with patience and love.

“it’s just junk food.” he assures you, putting a generous amount of ketchup in his burger.

you nod, knowing he’s right. “it’s just junk food.” you mumble to yourself, moving your hand to grab a fry.