Sonja Irina Johansen

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That relentless mental chatter about food — what to eat, what you ate, what you shouldn't have — has a name: the Noise. And it was never a character flaw. It's biology, doing exactly what it was trained to do. I'm Sonja Irina Johansen. I spent decades inside the Noise, and years now learning —... | As a girl, I was called names that lodged somewhere deep. I learned to earn my place — to do everyone's homework, to be useful, to take up as little room as I could while quietly reaching for the one thing that never turned me away. Later, inside a marriage that hurt, I was told other names — ones I knew weren't true, and that marinated on my heart, heavy and sticky all the same. I ate well past hunger. I hid the wrappers — under the bed, in the closet, in the drawers — and I told myself the old stories: that I was weak, that I was a liar, that of course I was like this. The weight I carried wasn't only sorrow. Some of it was a wall — a way of not being reachable, back when being reachabl

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