Just someone who’s spent way too much time explaining my diet to confused waiters and well-meaning relatives.
Here, you’ll find semi-true stories, exaggerated survival guides, and a shared sense of humor about navigating food restrictions. Some names, places, and questionable menu items have been altered—not to protect me, but to protect the people who still think I can “just have a little bit.”
So pull up a chair (but don’t expect much on your plate), and let’s laugh through the absurdity together.
Welcome to *She Lives on Air*—where I apparently survive on nothing (or so they think). I dodge gluten, dairy, soy, and anything fun, yet here I am. My mission? To find the humor in food restrictions and make them feel less isolating. Grab a safe snack, and let’s laugh through it together....
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