I was a bad bunny. 

I’ll never forget the Easter I was determined to be the virtuous green goddess (aka diet culture) bunny. 

Candy hidden in Easter eggs? No way.

Chocolate bunny in the Easter basket? Not a chance.

Jelly beans in the faux Easter grass? Nope. 

Not for this clean mama and her disciples. 

As our kids dashed around the yard looking for their eggs, suspense to see what was inside was mounting. 

As they gathered on the grass to crack open their eggs, excitement dwindled as quickly as the air leaving a popped balloon. 

“Where’s the candy?”
“Why is there fake sugar cereal in these?”

“At least there’s some money in a couple”.

The comments and discontent were verging on mutiny except they were (thankfully) too young to know how to organize and demand reparations. 

Green goddess wasn’t going down that day though. It would take her some time to unlearn diet culture’s ways and it...