Facing the kitchen. Literally.

My department moved to a new building on campus last month. Above is the view from my new office. The person in anorexia recovery won the coveted spot directly facing the kitchen. Does anyone else appreciate the irony? I did laugh when I found out. And I mentioned we moved last month…December…the holidays. What I’ve observed: Everyone on my floor making their lunch, including smells Lots of holiday treats left out for all to have Chatting, lots of chatting. About food. About weight. About body image. Diet culture. I haven’t come up with my strategy for dealing with this yet…