I don’t like going to the food pantry, but I’m happy that they’re there to help me. I really don’t like it. I like to just go shopping, and not worry about if food’s expired, or if it’s good. Actually, I got a compliment yesterday: “You look like you’re losing weight.” I said “thank you.” I didn’t want to tell them I’m not eating like I’m supposed to. Like, yesterday, my kids asked, “Mommy, you going to eat something?