It’s a question I’ve asked myself so many times—’Why am I always hungry?‘ It feels like no matter how much I eat or how full I should feel, there’s this gnawing emptiness that refuses to go away. It’s more than physical; it’s emotional, mental, even spiritual.

At first, I thought it was just my body needing more food. Maybe I wasn’t eating the right things. I tried changing my diet—more protein, fewer carbs, smaller portions, larger meals. I followed every piece of advice I could find. But even after a meal that should have satisfied me, the hunger crept back in, almost like a whisper: It’s not enough. You’re not enough.

That’s when I realized that this hunger wasn’t just about food. It was about something deeper—something I couldn’t nourish with a plate of food, no matter how balanced or indulgent.

I started to notice the patterns. I wasn’t just hungry when I skipped a meal or hadn’t eaten in hours. I was hungry when I felt lonely. I was hungry when I was stressed, when my thoughts felt heavy, or when I scrolled endlessly on my phone, comparing my life to everyone else’s highlight reel. I was hungry when I felt disconnected—from others, from myself, from something bigger than me.

This kind of hunger can’t be satisfied by a snack or a feast. It’s the kind of hunger that comes from longing—longing for comfort, connection, purpose, or even just a moment of peace.

I started asking myself hard questions. Am I using food to fill a void? Am I avoiding my emotions by turning to something tangible, something I can control? The truth was hard to admit: sometimes, I was eating to numb myself. Sometimes, I was eating to distract myself from feelings I didn’t want to face.

But recognizing that truth was also liberating. It gave me a chance to slow down and really listen to what my body and heart were trying to tell me. Was I hungry for food, or was I hungry for rest? Was I hungry for connection, for someone to listen and understand? Was I hungry for creativity, for time to do something I loved?

I’ve learned that hunger isn’t always about what’s on my plate—it’s about what’s missing in my life. It’s about finding balance, not just in my diet, but in how I care for myself as a whole person.

Now, when I feel that relentless hunger, I pause. I breathe. I ask myself, What do I really need right now? Sometimes, the answer is food, and I honor that without guilt. But other times, the answer is something else entirely. Maybe I need to call a friend, take a walk, or sit in silence and let my thoughts settle.

I won’t pretend that I’ve figured it all out. There are still days when the hunger feels overwhelming, when I fall back into old patterns and try to fill the emptiness with something that doesn’t truly satisfy me. But I’m learning, step by step, to be kinder to myself. I’m learning to listen to my body and my soul with compassion instead of judgment.

If you’re asking yourself, Why am I always hungry? I want you to know that you’re not alone. Hunger is complicated—it’s not just about what we eat, but about what we need. And you deserve to explore those needs without shame. You deserve to feel whole, nourished, and cared for, inside and out.

Take it one day at a time. Listen to yourself. Trust that the answers will come. And most of all, remember this: you are worthy of the love and care you give to others. You are enough—just as you are.

-With love, H.

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