I realized.

I may not know what hungry or satisfied feels like.


And I don't know what tastes good.

But I can tell you what famished feels like. And I know what it feels like to be guilty.  And I can tell you what it feels like to be so full that the thought of food makes you want to throw up, but you still eat more anyway. 

My spectrum never went from hungry to satisfied. It went from deprived to ashamed.

I may not know what I like to eat.  But I can tell you what tastes like fat and what tastes like skinny.  I can describe the texture of "good enough" and "worthless."