It’s tempting to say trust — it’s the classic answer, right? But honestly, I think it’s acceptance. The kind of acceptance where you don’t have to explain your weird food rules, your dodgy gut, or why you brought your own snacks in Tupperware.
The friends who don’t make a fuss when you can’t eat the cake. Who don’t treat you like a burden when you’re scanning menus like you’re trying to defuse a bomb. Who laugh with you when everything goes wrong — and stick around anyway.
That kind of quiet, effortless acceptance? That’s gold dust. Especially when you’re gluten-free and a little bit emotionally unhinged before lunch.
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