The last meal i ate was rice with a fried egg and kimchi at 9 am. It was at my girlfriends apartment and it was served in a bowl. It was prepared with my girlfriend and it had spicy mayo on it. I ate it with a fork and no drink. I sat in my girlfriends apartment on her couch while i was in therapy. I ate alone because my therapist needs privacy. I ate slow as i was talking and chewed when i can while my therapist was talking.
These all say things about my social class. For starters, the fact that i have a morning meal at all is privileged over the millions who are without food in the world, on top of that, i did not prepare it myself as my girlfriend did. This is another layer of privilege. Within this, i was on a zoom call with my therapist which is a privilege i can only afford through my parents health insurance. This is another privilege that i enjoy as opposed to those who cannot afford mental health counseling.
