How a bullying incident defined my relationship with food

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I stood outside my classroom. A crime scene sprawled out before me; my blue lunchbox shaped like an oyster shell lay face down on the floor. All the food inside, chicken and rice had spilled out in different directions — some of it had splattered on to the wall staining the milky white plaster a turmeric yellow.