When I realized pre-packaged food was for me, my entire outlook on life changed.
Let me explain.
I remember walking through the grocery store with my mother as a teen and her making a bitter comment about how everything had more packaging now. De-shelled hard boiled eggs in plastic, cut fruit, pre-portioned salads, all of it was “laziness” to her. She insisted people were getting lazier to the point where if my brother ate pizza from the fridge, she would chastise him for not heating it. She would say “you deserve warm pizza” as a way of saying you should do something the “right way” because it’s worth doing.
This isn’t because my mother had no concept of people with disabilities, she is disabled herself. However, in raising me, she taught me to hide that disability, to try to be on everyone else’s level so we aren’t seen as weaker. That laziness is worse than being disabled and there’s simply no excuse for taking shortcuts. I don’t think she intended to teach me this, but her own internalized ableism was so loud.
When I became an adult, I realized I hated cooking. The prep was tedious, I almost always have dishes in the sink, there’s cleanup after, my back hurts, my eyes burn, it’s too hot and in the beginning, I got overwhelmed to the point of crying. Leftovers were almost never eaten becuase heating them up (the “correct” way to eat them) was an extra step that made me not want to put the effort in. I thought I was lazy and felt ashamed when I wanted something to eat but couldn’t bring myself to make it.
At some point, I finally said “I’m tired. I don’t care how much packaging it is, I don’t care how lazy it is, I’m going to get meal kits.”
It was life-changing. Dinner takes 30 minutes to make. Everything is portioned. The directions are clear. I don’t hate it anymore. I want salads in bags. I want eggs that don’t take three steps to eat. It’s not laziness, it’s accessible! I don’t have to make a meal, I can eat the raw vegetables, have pasta with butter, eat a granola bar! There’s no right way to feed myself!
I made things SO HARD on myself because I wasn’t acknowledging my disability or my depression and they didn’t need to be hard! I didn’t need to go around the store saying “is that really necessary?” Because it IS necessary for me! It’s brilliant! It’s so helpful!
Accessibility takes so many forms and overcoming internalized guilt for not being able-bodied or mentally well enough to handle tasks other handle easily is incredibly freeing. Obviously I’m lucky to be in the position to have this option avaliable to me, but I kept myself from it for far too long.
I do deserve warm pizza. I can have it delivered.
(via feltelures)
