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Feeding the Void: When Food Becomes the Emotion, Not the Fuel

  • PATRICK POTTER
  • Apr 9
  • 3 min read

Food is supposed to keep you alive. Simple. Functional. Biological. But of course, nothing involving humans ever stays that clean. Somewhere between evolution and Instagram, food stopped being about survival and turned into a full-blown emotional language. We eat when we’re happy, sad, stressed, bored, ashamed, lonely. Not because we’re hungry, but because we’re human. And let’s be honest—feelings are exhausting. Cheesecake is easier.


At one end of the spectrum, you’ve got overeating—binges that aren’t about indulgence but anesthesia. Food becomes a tranquilizer, a sedative, a reliable stand-in for intimacy. It’s not about the taste, not after the first five bites. It’s about the ritual. The momentary escape. The way the act of chewing drowns out the screaming inside your own head. You don’t even want the food. You want the silence that comes after.


At the other end, you’ve got restriction—starving not just the body but the self. Under-eating is control in its purest, sharpest form. It’s about shrinking yourself until the noise goes away. Until you feel powerful. Or numb. Or worthy. Or invisible. Whichever illusion helps you sleep at night without dinner.


And stuck between these poles is body image—an identity crisis measured in pounds and calories, wrapped in mirrors and shame. You don’t see your body. You see what you think other people think of it. Every bite becomes a referendum on your worth. Every skipped meal, a medal. Every indulgence, a sin. You’re not eating food anymore. You’re managing perception. Performance. Punishment.


Of course, none of this comes from nowhere. Let’s talk external influence, shall we?


You’re raised in a culture where your body is a billboard for your discipline. Where thin is moral, fat is failure, and every magazine aisle screams that “summer bodies” are something to be earned, not something you already have. Social media? That’s just disordered eating with filters. Every influencer with 12-pack abs and a “what I eat in a day” video is essentially saying: Look how little I consume to be loved. And we call that #goals.


Family doesn’t help. Maybe you grew up with a parent who made you clean your plate even when you were full, or one who congratulated your self-restraint while quietly skipping dinner themselves. Maybe love looked like food. Or food looked like guilt. Either way, you didn’t stand a chance.


Let’s not forget the trade-off: food for feelings. It’s the oldest transaction in the book. You’re not dealing with grief, you’re eating pasta. You’re not handling stress, you’re counting almonds like they hold the secret to happiness. You’re not feeling anything. You’re managing discomfort through bites, through skips, through rituals.


This isn’t about willpower. This is about survival strategy. Your brain found a way to soothe itself that was accessible, legal, and available in the freezer aisle. But just like any addiction, the thing that numbs you eventually owns you.


Because here’s the hard truth: food can be medicine—but it can also be a drug. And when it becomes a coping mechanism, you lose the ability to listen to your own body. Hunger and fullness stop meaning anything. You’re eating to feel, or to not feel, or to control what you think you can’t. You’re using food to fix a wound it didn’t create.


And it’s not just the body that suffers. The shame, the secrecy, the obsessive thinking—it isolates you. Turns meals into math problems. Turns your reflection into an enemy. Turns your life into a cycle of guilt and correction and never enough.


Everybody lies. Especially the ones who say “I’m fine” while skipping lunch, or polishing off an entire pizza in the dark, promising it’ll be the last time. It never is. Not until you admit it’s not about the food at all.


It’s about pain. Power. Control. Disconnection. A world that tells you to be smaller, prettier, cleaner, better. And a brain that just wants comfort—any way it can get it.

 
 
 

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