Your rice is not the devil. But the way you use it to escape life? That’s spiritual warfare. Read this and unlearn.”
Rice isn’t your enemy.
But the way you abuse it should be studied in a lab.
You act like rice is some ancient demon.
Meanwhile, you’re the one eating a mountain of it.
With no protein.
No vegetables.
No portion control.
It’s not rice that’s messing with your blood sugar.
It’s the fact that your rice never walks alone.
Always fried.
Always late at night.
Always with stew that can fuel a generator.
You’ve turned rice into your therapist.
Your sleeping pill.
Your heartbreak balm.
You don’t eat rice to live.
You eat it to feel something.
And then you wonder why your belly is hard, your face is dull, and your energy crashes by noon.
Your ancestors ate rice too.
But they didn’t sit on it like a throne.
They ate it with fish.
With greens.
With balance.
Then they moved.
You?
You microwave leftovers 4 times.
Eat on your bed.
And go to sleep with a full stomach and a restless brain.
Stop blaming rice.
Blame the chaos you pair it with.
Rice isn’t bad.
But your relationship with it is toxic.
Eat rice.
But eat it with wisdom.
Or keep eating your way into blood sugar dysfunction.
Then blame “witches” for your swollen feet and fatigue.
Don’t blame rice. Blame the chaos you serve it with.