My dad illustrates a monthly column in a local magazine. A recent column dealt with the topic of food, arguing that food is not a foe, a message I heartily agree with (of course.)
When my dad sent me the picture, I couldn’t help but notice its resemblance to high-school age me, attitude and all:
So I wrote to my dad: “Hey–is this high-school me?”
He said:
“I didn’t set out to draw you, but in drawing for this particular subject I couldn’t help but think of you, and so this is what happened…”
Has food been more foe than friend to you?
How have you come to see food as something other than the enemy?
