I yelled at him and told him he did not love me. Love would not notice the 300 pounds my 5'3" frame carried. Confused, he just stared at me; he knew more than anyone how desperately I wanted and needed to lose weight. He alone knew all my secrets. He heard my disappointments. He hoped for my future.
We might wonder how it came to be that we started meeting psychiatric diagnostic criteria for addiction, not for heroin or alcohol, but for a social media site. It can't possibly be the "like" function that makes us irritable and anxious when we can't check our feed. So to what, exactly, are we addicted?