I suffered from an eating disorder from 8 to around 24 and through that, I realised that although food was an “enemy” to me, I loved feeding others. I loved seeing them enjoy my food, I loved putting in effort to make something for them.
As I progressed through recovery, at some point I realised I liked being on the receiving end of that too
I feel loved and taken care of (sometimes spoilt!) and like my body is appreciated at any size when someone cooks for/feeds me.