I've become one of those people,
buying a gluten-free pizza crust.

I'm slowly admitting I do feel better
eating more veggies, less bread.

I've had to untangle it from my identity, 
what I eat saying something about who I am. 

I've had to dismantle my unspoken judgements, 
smile and laugh with ease when I'm questioned. 

I've had to gain confidence in my choices, 
not get defensive and sheepish when I'm challenged. 

We live in a world where pizza can have a cauliflower crust. 
So what? 

If pizza can adapt, so can I.