What’s Something You Ate as a Kid Because You Didn’t Have Any Other Food in the House? 

The kool-aid one pissed me off. His parents were freakin horrible

This has me in tears. I’ve been so ungrateful and spoiled even to this day and taken advantage of it. Thank you mom and dad for always being there, even at my worst.

The mother who used to warm the clothes for her kids is a mother from haven. And the daughter seems like a unique lady.

TP Kool-Aid. Wow. That’s awful! Shame on those parents for only thinking of themselves and not their kids!

Whoa…this video was quite heavy. It was quite difficult to hear so many people went without the basic necessity of food as children and could do nothing about it. It goes to show that you never know what someone has it is going through and we should all have compassion.

These stories are sad as hell. I experienced poverty myself but never went a day hungry ..

The girl with the red bandanna who had the teacher who let her wash clothes in home ec. And shower in the lockers and eat n get ready; I hope teachers still do this. That’s so kind and thoughtful that one action can change the trajectory of someone’s life. A child needs to know someone cares even if it’s just one person 💗

The one with the fried chicken… my heart is so touched. Some parents really do so much for their children to give them the best lives possible. The chef who oversalted the chicken is a treasure for that. Just the fact that someone’s fond memory could actually be a product of their unknown misfortune is so interesting and emotional to see.

Damn, this was really sad. You can see the trauma come back in their eyes. Here I am thinking people were going to be talking about mac n cheese with hotdogs and baked beans or canned sardines and crackers. Now I realize those meals I used to eat were actually gourmet compared these peoples “meals” 😔😔😭😭

My child probably has no idea that when we had pancakes for dinner it was because all I had was flour, sugar, powder eggs, milk, and pancake syrup.

This resonates with me. We ate our fair share of buttered bread, syrup sandwiches, & powdered milk. I’m so very thankful for my fully stocked pantry & refrigerator; I take nothing for granted.

This is so heavy. I love this side of TikTok though; it seems cathartic for people. I’m glad they’re in better places now ❤️ (the 2 with PTSD may need therapy to heal that trauma - I wish them nothing but the best).

This is the worst that it got for me and my siblings (My mother never cared about us): 1. We ate a certain grass or plant that grew outside. 2. We ate healthy soil/dirt 3. Dog biscuits/ dog food 4. We would go to church and stand in line multiple times to receive the body of christ. We hated the church people because they would lecture us while we were starving (not feed us) and or eat when they ate, which wouldn't be till later in the evening and would be portioned. 5. Eat sticks of butter like a ice cream cone 6. Drink any condiments we had 7. Heated paper napkins with salt Till this day I feed the homeless and I bring food whenever I visit anyone. I'm always feeding kids that are not mine, and I have a habit of giving blindly without lecture or interest to anyone about anything. Till this day people tell me that I act like I'm too good or that I shouldn't compare my life but I tell them all the same, I'm not too good and I'm not comparing, I'm just tired of seeing people mistreat people and not being scolded for it. I can't choose who hates me or who likes me but I can choose to say the truth and have people understand what they are doing and what they don't see as well as the life they take for granted. Be the change you wish to see and understand that you were never living for yourself.

I remember eating the government corn flakes with the powdered milk. Also it wasn't just food that we didn't have it was everything else. Like tp, soap, toothpaste, etc. It was horrible. Now I make sure that my family has all that. There's times that I over buy just to make sure that we have enough and not run out.

I’m so glad that as a child, my parents always instilled the morals of being kind to everyone. You really NEVER know what anyone is going through. ESPECIALLY children 😔

Trauma alert! This took me way back into the depths of dark memories from when I was very very young. Before school age. We were so poor and so hungry we ate rubber bands, coins, the wood off pencils, erasers, all sorts of paper products, bits of fabric and string, wax from like crayons and candles, small stones and ate food whenever we found it on the ground. I remember pulling up other people's chewing gum that was smashed into the ground. I would clean the grit out of it and split it between us or we would take turns chewing it and then each swallow a piece. Oh and also ate our earwax and boogies. We were so shy as children that we wouldn't think to ask anyone besides our mother for food. I remember my grandma telling us to ask/tell her if we were hungry when we would come to visit. We wouldn't say anything. We would just wait until she called us to come eat. I remember my mom talking to our grandma about how she thought we had pica. We didn't have pica. We were starving. Things got a little better when we started school. This has really messed me up because I'm always scouring for food on sale or clearance amongst other problems. I don't know if my mom was addicted to drugs but I do know she has untreated mental illnesses. She has an eating disorder and doesn't value food. She starves herself for long periods of times under the guise of healthy eating. She don't like us to talk about our childhood with people because she's more concerned about looking like an all around good person instead of getting help and facing the reality of things. Now she appears to be in the beginning stages of dementia and it'll probably go untreated like the rest of her issues. I can't stop being mad at her for not going to get help and pretending that she's okay. I really feel like people with untreated severe mental illness should not have kids because I'm a child of one. We didn't deserve the lifestyle we grew up in. And yes I get all sorts of therapy to manage the trauma I experience as a child and teenager.

This shouldn't happen in the richest country in the world.

I grew up in the Caribbean. We boiled green bananas with crushed garlic and salt. To give it more flavor we would use coconut water instead of regular water. If we could afford it we would added lentils and salted fish. Depending on how good you were at foraging/the time of year (or how tolerant your neighbor was of theft) you could get a cucumber or an avocado for breakfast. If that didn't work out..... there were leaves everywhere that you could boil and call tea.

I always wondered why I couldn't pay attention at school and felt too weak to function in 8th and 9th grade then I made the realization that I was always too hungry to even do anything, the little energy I had from the nights meal was always used for the long walk to and from school.

I used to have to steal out the neighbors garden as a child growing up in Hamilton Ohio on the knob..... Going hungry is actually how I learned about Jesus as a child because we started going to Sunday school because we would get donuts in the morning and they would feed us a sack lunch to go home with

I hoard food and was almost 300 lbs at my heaviest cause I couldn't believe there were so many flavors to food that I didn't get to really experience as a kid. I started gorging heavily when I could buy my own food. Before I had my son at 15 I was 95 lbs and 5'9".

That mom who made the vanilla-bread breakfast is a saint and I hope her and her children are doing well. Matter of fact I hope that all of the people in this video are doing well and I hope they’re children if they have any do well in the future.

It hurts to hear those stories 💔

The story with the clothes on the wood stove and the pudding really touched me. Also the TP Kool-Aid, because they literally had to trick their stomachs into thinking it was food simply from texture.

The lady who told the story about her mom bringing her warm clothes in bed, that was so touching it brought a tear to my eye. I hope they’re all doing well now. My food insecurities stemmed from growing up as the oldest of all 5 kids and being left in the house to take care of them because I was homeschooled. Most of the time we had staples such as white bread and PB, potatoes, an onion, spaghetti noodles and canned sauce, bags of dry white rice and pinto beans, pickles and condiments. My mom would get a bunch of groceries once in a blue moon but it was all just to make one single meal and lasted about a week maybe, that was it. I learned to cook with potatoes and onions early on, and I’m grateful for that.

I remember the government cheese and other stuff they gave out. I also remember when I was little my mom would warm my clothes on the oven door.... I 4got about it until the lady shared that. She would bring them in my room and they'd be soooo nice and warm ❤ These are some deep stories & I'm so grateful that they chose to share them

The chef that over salted the food that’s a Hero ! ❤️ and Resturant’s need to pay waiters a living wage - tips ain’t enough

Ours was bread with ketchup. Our mom would go days without eating, she'd just smoke and drink Pepsi and coffee, and we weren't allowed to drink that, and I guess she assumed we didn't need to eat either? She was also too proud to get food stamps. My little sisters don't remember it too much because they were a few yrs younger than me but I remember clearly. My mom was also obsessed with my (& her) weight. I was 11. It was hell. When I was around 14 she won a lawsuit and started keeping food in the house more tho. Idk what changed her mind. She still hardly fed us, but we were fed more often at least.

My 15 year brother dumpster dove when I was 4/5 so I could eat. He would also make me bread and put a little sugar and warm milk on it. He died last year of a massive cardiac arrest - he was only 53, didn't smoke or drink and weighed barely 160 soaking wet. He was the best big brother protector anyone could ever have and I miss being his shadow.

This one was tough. Abundance peace and continued healing to everyone. This stitch will definitely help someone else 💚 Thank you for your courage in sharing your stories.

7:57 This one literally broke my heart! I'm literally crying. Mainly because I never realized why I'm always grocery shopping. But I remember when I was younger and we wouldn't have food. My mom was disable from a accident, so we relied on church donations or family sharing food stamps or meals some days. I think that's why I'm not picky with food. Because you didn't get a choice; you eat or go hungry. I learned to love cooking new things and creating recipes, because you would have to put scarps together and make a meal. Now, I stay in the grocery store, I gotta deep freezer for things I find on sale, and I have a tower rack for nothing but spare pantry things. The fear of me or my family going hungry is one of my biggest fears. Also: My favorite poor meal was potatoes and onions. To this day, if I feel homesick, that's what I cook. I pray every one is at a better, fuller place 🤎

I HATED THE POWDERED MILK OMGGGGG!!! The PB can was half oil, but that cheese was actually good!!!!!! My mom could do wonders with potatoes and rice!

The one about the vanilla pudding and the toast had me in tears - the sincerity and the thoughtfulness of her mother wow ❤️

A freezer is a lifesaver. I learned to keep ground beef , turkey and chicken. Kept staples of rice, oatmeal , potatoes. We always had a meal. If you can season foods , there is always a great meal. Soups , casseroles or vegetables and cornbread.

Where is Shondra now?!? That story did me in. They all did me in, but that insight from an 18 year old!! Wow!! I’ve never gone without, because I had a mother who did. There was always food in our home. Our house was the house that other kids came to when they were hungry. My mom’s trigger was hearing someone, anyone say “I’m hungry”. And when she cooked, she cooked for an army!! It’s just me and my son in my home. The fridge and freezer are packed, and so are the cabinets. I can decide last minute what it is I want to make for my meal, and have all the ingredients on hand to do so. I don’t go to the stores, but I am always ordering from them and I hate that! I look at refrigerator ads online and see how they have a cake on one side of the fridge, drinks on the other, and a casserole dish of something on the bottom shelf. Like, everything has a place! Not my fridge! You gotta move this to find that and vice verse. I’m seriously thinking about giving it all away and starting over from nothing. I’m the other side of this extreme. SMH!

The guy who made the story about the toilet paper Kool-Aid is so sad but I remember growing up and my parents used to do the same thing to me and my three other siblings so it was four of us we used to cry every single day because we had no food I remember one time it was so bad that we go days without any food that we will all just eat peanut butter in a jar and make that last for as long as we can my parents were never home.

I did not expect this to be so heartbreaking, probably because I really normalized my own food insecurities I might have had for a couple years growing up. I really thought it was going to be funny as I was thinking of my own cheese warmed up on tortilla chips and 10 for $10 tv dinners. It's something else to hear all these stories though, which are far beyond what I ever had to go through as a kid. I'm sorry for choosing ignorance all these years and the next time I find myself in a position to help, I'm going to have to do that. It really isn't right, whether it's bad parenting or poor circumstances, we really shouldn't discriminate. Kids should never go through this.

Home girl talking about the Reganomics with the blocks of cheese, peanut butter and such.I remember that well.

Food insecurity is real. So many going through this even worse right at this very moment. I pretty much let the kids in my class do whatever they need to to feel safe, comfortable, cared for and have their basic needs met because of what is being explained in this video.

I would eat a tortilla that was lightly salted to give it some flavor as a snack sometimes. My mom said that she was always so hungry when she was young and that tortilla was literally her lifeline. Life is just so cruel to my mother

I would go out to the animal feed when I was hungry, cat food was the tastiest. We had a thing called glop where we put any leftovers in a pan & cook it. It always came out grey & called it glop. Crackers & ketchup wrapped up like a burrito inside a slice of bologna. Oh those blocks of Reagan cheese, we even used those boxes to organize everything in. We even used them as little caskets when my dog had like 12 puppies from a stray dog & some of them didn’t make it. Buttered bread, or just “bread balls”, where we got a piece of bread & squished them into balls.

Ice cubes. My sisters friend Linda would come over and say omg you guys always have ice cubes .My sister and I looked at each other because that was the cooking we could do ,there was nothing else to "cook" at times .It was a substance abuse environment....so that's what. We made a lot of ice cubes.

When my parents first migrated to the USA we didn’t have anything to eat and I remember my mom made me, herself, my dad and my brother mustard sandwiches with mayo. First meal we had in the US.

This made me realize how lucky I was as a child to get the opportunity to be a picky eater. If my mom cooked food that we wasn't trying to even attempt to eat we got something else. She'd either cook something else or good ole McDonald's, which is funny to me now because she would say she ain't have McDonald's money. This whole video had me in tears, and I strive to never let my children go hungry. I fasted once and realized I had never truly felt hunger before. My heart goes out to everyone who had to deal with this.

I read a woman's story about being homeless with her mom. They sometimes stayed in a shelter. Being homeless also led to lack of decent meals. As a child she ate so many cold sandwiches....now as an adult she will not eat any cold 🥪

Reagan ain't shit. Neither was Nixon

I don’t remember going hungry, particularly, but we were very poor for a period of time when I was young. My mom and stepdad also grew up very poor, so they knew how to stretch a dollar and be creative with food. We ate a lot of beans, fried potatoes, government “commodities” (what we called them), macaroni and cheese, etc. The commodities were canned meat, powdered milk, powdered eggs, prunes, canned milk, bags of prunes, canned tomatoes. We lived in the country, so we got eggs and milk pretty cheap from the neighbors. We ate a lot of bologna sandwiches, potted meat sandwiches, egg salad with cheap Miracle Whip. We got free lunches at school from the time I was little until sometime in high school. Then I got a job and paid for my own food and clothing. I am nearly 60, and I think there are a lot of people around my age and older who had these experiences. I feel somewhat like the last lady in that I learned how to do a lot with a little, but am grateful that it was not because of addiction or lack of parenting or love. The stories of those who had to scavenge or steal due to parental addiction, etc. is heartbreaking.

The United States truly should be ashamed of the amount of its citizens that it allows to wallow without the basic necessity of life it’s just awful

That last one is a beautiful example of teaching someone how to fish. I love it

Wow! This is eye opening! It makes me even more grateful for my mother. She always told us that despite our economic situation she would never let us go hungry. I can’t count the amount you of struggle meals we had. I just remember she kept her promise. I didn’t ever have to worry. However, one of my childhood traumas was being deathly scared of losing her. Only having one parent and 4 other brothers and sister made me uneasy. I know that’s weird but I knew that if something happened to her we had no one. For some reason I still have this fear but with other people in my life to.

Glad I clicked on this one. It wasn't so much about what they ate it, was the story behind it. All memorable

The last lady really touched me looking back at it now I realized we never had much but my grandma taught us how to make a meal out of anything and we would alway eat food of substance that would get us through to the next meal seeing so many people who wasn’t given the tools to survive at a young age makes me think about how many other kids are possibly going through that right now and to this day even though I may not always have food in my house I have little things here and there that I can put together and make a meal to feed me and my daughter and she has no idea that we struggle because I feel I have to protect her from that trauma just like my mom and grandma did for me stay strong trouble doesn’t last always ❤️

I felt this one. The pain was palpable. My friend told me that she was "adopted" after she was found raiding people's apartments for food at 6 years old. She still isn't sure if the process was even legal or if she was sold by her mother to the couple that raised her. My mom shared how she and my sister ate cream of wheat 3 times a day when they moved from an abusive relationship. I still can taste government cheese. I was just thinking about standing in line at the grocery store with the double coupons and food stamp when I was 5 and 6 for anything with a quantity limit. My mom and siblings we line up with our items, coupons, and money. I used to be terrified that I didn't have enough money. My mom would calculate the total before we got.to the store, but I had no idea. My mom always made friends with the staff to limit any problems that may have risen due to the limits. You don't realize the experience and impact until a trigger presents itself.

The one with waking up cold and mom coming in with nice warm clothes to change under the covers… I can just see mom getting up being so so cold and having to get dressed with freezing cold clothes, but having the strength to do it every day so that her child could wake up warm. Being cold hurts like hell. Props to mom. ❤️

I remember eating butter sandwiches as a kid. The funny thing is, I didn’t realize we were poor at the time because I loved butter so much. Lol, I still do. But when I talk about butter sandwiches people look at me cross eyed or say “Ewww”. And all I can think of is…”Mmmm…butter sandwich” Lol Now, my kids don’t know what it’s like to eat things like that. And when my husband and I talk about our struggle meals as kids or in college, they can’t imagine. The tricky part is raising them to not be entitled and to appreciate all that they have. We have always told them that our circumstances could change in a second because we never know what will happen in life, so we must always be grateful for everything that we have and most importantly be grateful for each other.

TP koolaid…that hurt my heart. I grew up very poor but was lucky enough to have family that always prioritized the children.

I know I can relate to these stories. & because of what I went through as a child 8yrs ago I stopped posting what I cooked for dinner or anything that I was about to eat. It made me feel guilty & think to myself “what if the people watching what I’m posting don’t have food for themselves or even their families & I’m here ready to devour all this yummy food?” Idk it’s just me & how it made me feel to share something I had that maybe someone didn’t have…..

During the Reagan era my mom would use the flour and lard to make tortillas. And we lived off butter tortillas for breakfast and quesadillas for lunch and dinner. The cheese we got was more like velveta. Some neighbors would not use all their stuff in boxes and my mom would round them up. We were the poorest because were 6 kids plus my parents. But she would make the most of everything she had. We lived on chicken drumsticks and fideo noddle soups. hot dogs would be cut in half and one piece would make 2 burritos. Both my parents worked but in the fields.

Omg. This brought tears to my eyes. I remember being 4 or 5, pouring sugar in old sour milk and drinking it thinking that that was how milk was to be drank. I use to eat mayo n mustard sandwiches. Now I too as an adult, will always be at the store making sure my house is fully stocked.

Me and my siblings would eat spoons of peanut butter to fight off the nausea when we had no food. We all hated peanut butter so we'd freeze it to make it taste better, it didn't work lol. When we had a bit of money we would get beans and just eat plain pinto beans every day untill we ran out. I'm really happy that we're doing better now

when food was low my mom would feed us before she ate, at times she claimed she already ate.... she hadnt and it took me until my adulthood and having kids of my own to realize that. there are times where i make sure everyone including my husband got food first and then if there isnt enough i claim to not feel like eating. when there is food i eat like a starved piglet at times others i only eat what i can. i aso learned growing up to buy in bulk when its on sale. i also remember a few times while living on base my dad would bring boxes of food home and later on he told me it was food the commissary was throwing out because it was either near expiration, dented cans or wilted lettuce and other produce. Velveeta and egg noodles were a staple in our household for a good bit and we raised a few of our own animals for meat and eggs. tuna noodles was what we had at times for sometimes several days in a row. ive been there too and we had tuna noodles for nearly a month and the kids did complain until they realized we had nothing else and it had gotten to the point that i wasnt eating much if anything at all.

Oh my gosh! Im always at the store too ! Im so heartbroken right now, i just realized! Oh Lord help me

I here these testimonies and I really count my blessings. I always had a full course meal breakfast, lunch and dinner growing and I realized my kids never lacked either. I'm a teacher and I see kids wasting food it hurts me because I see homeless kids wishing for what they have. I would gather food from the lunch room and give it to someone who needs and appreciate it.

God bless Sandra 👏🏻for helping her little neighbors.

I'm African and the worst we had to do was porridge sometimes miss basics like cooking oil but you don't need oil for most African dishes. This video puts things into perspective.

Thank you all so much for being open, honest and vulnerable. I hope you know how much this helps everyone. It lets some know that they're not alone and it lets others know that we have so much to be grateful for.

“Revealing your feelings is the beginning of your healing.” Pastor Rick Warren God bless each and every warrior/soldier who had the courage to speak their truth!! ❤️ 🙌🏽 ❤️ 🙌🏽

Me and my dad would make "cabinet shit" which was usually some horrifying creative endeavor. Like our delicious "Ramen loaf" which was sort of like a meatloaf but with more ramen and less meat.

I remember when my mom couldn't buy sauce for pasta so we put salt on it instead and it tasted terrible. We used to go to food banks for food and got powdered milk. My mom was lazy so she was on welfare, my dad ended up getting custody and we don't go to food banks anymore.

Reagan was the problem! 🥴

My mom and my grandma (dad's mom) were both heavily impacted by food insecurity and were careful to always have food canned and saved back. My grandma and her mother were abandoned at a homestead during the dustbowl days... g-grandpa went to find work and didn't come back for 40 years. When they were down to a few potatoes left to eat, they boiled them and walked several days to town, eating pieces of potato once or twice a day, 30 miles. I know people who, as children, were fed dry popcorn and water (because it would fill them up) for years... Malnutrition results; it's the same as eating toilet paper kool-aid... no nutrient value.

Love all of you out there😘 thank you for sharing your stories

These are so sad but very interesting to listen to. My gosh what some of us had to go through as children I wouldn’t wish that on anyone😔

I did not know we were "poor". Sometimes for breakfast I ate unsalted soda crackers steeped in boiled water, then drained after they puffed up, with milk and a bit of sugar. I actually LIKED it. Also, tuna casserole that looked like vomit but tasted fabulous. We always had food, but right before Mum's payday, it was just less of certain things, like cereal, or peanut butter, so school lunches got creative. 🤣

I remember waking up from a nap, to find out I was home alone. I was around 4 years old. I remember also being hungry so I went to the the broom closet and pulled out a piece of sugar cane. If you don't know, you can't swallow sugar cane just chew the fibers and suck out the juice. So I wasn't really eating anything but the the little bit of juice that came out took my mind off being hungry. Thank God for my latter days being blessed. 🙌

They're all so strong. I'm really spoiled now that I put thought into it. Thank you mom and dad for working your butts off so I can eat well and sleep warm

2:30 my grandma is exactly the same. She was born during the depression and that woman always has food. But whether or not it's healthy is an entirely different tale. Love my grandma to pieces, so thankful she's still here. She raised me a lot of my life. Lord willing she will be meeting my 3rd son in March 💞🥰 got married to a wonderful man last year and it does her heart well to see a man in our family work hard and provide for a family, especially when my oldest two sons aren't biologically his. Shout out to my grandma love u always

it was a struggle meal but I LOVE it to this day toasted sandwich bread w/ butter & cinnamon sugar for daysss 🤤 also sandwich bread w/ a hot-link & Ramen but just the hard noodles uncooked...no water

Both my parents were poor growing up (both in China)、 from my mother's side, she told me about her childhood during dinner once about farming and carrying harvest on her back. Her period story. And then she told me that she used to pick up ants to eat whenever she was hungry and craving something. Now, from my dad's side, he was the youngest sibling of 5 older sisters(6 kids total), he had to compete to race to fill up bowl or rice but since his sisters were nice enough to give him some of their portion. Nowaways and growing up, my aunts always helps him. I felt like he was being pitied as he was stuck with low pay job while all my aunts were successful. He was spoiled, he's a lazy person even til this day. B/c he was his mother's only son. But, my dad said he actually ate his own poop before, it tasted like shit). My parents divorced when in ~2015 or 2016. I've always wondered how my life would be like if both my parents knew how to speak English and had a decent job.

Im the same way from food insecurity... Always at the store

Man, I'm grateful af. We always had... Even if it was bc family stepped in, we always had food & a roof over our heads.

I cried... we had nothing in the fridge but we had onions. I learned to steal when I was 7 and would take bread... so we had onion sandwiches. Honestly, they are a comfort food to me now and my friend's think its weird but they remind me of when my mom was still alive. These stories kill me... so much food is wasted by corporations and cities need to adopt policies to prevent food waste and increase agricultural production/ larger community gardens. NO Child should starve ❤

The one with the wood stove made me cry. Bless her family. Her mom was beautiful.

I never remember being hungry although my mom was raising 3 of us on her own. I do remember eating cereal with water.

Dam I’m so grateful my parents had their ish together where I never was on Food Stamps or Government anything. I’m so sorry to the children that had to go through this. I use to watch comedy show and the jokes would be funny, but I didn’t realize it was true. I’m so sorry! 🥺

Thankfully we didn't experience food insecurities. My mom's parents made sure because they were teens in the depression and my mom born right after. But my grandparents both had a number of siblings all raised on coal miners salary. My grandpa was a miner as well

This videos are very intense, but the last one make me tear up. That female called "Shandra" really did something amazing, beautiful and powerful 🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖

When I was a child my dad was laid off in 2003 and 2008. He also had 3 failed business he tried to start. They're too proud to except help from the government, so my dad started picking edible weeds out to of the yard. Wild carrots and other stuff. We also have 2 apple trees that grew the worst worm filled apples but we would stew them down, skins and all, into apple sauce that was very bitter and gritty. We also ate a lot of pancakes or pasta with ketchup packets and melted butter. My mom also used to make melted cheese on a plate and we'd just eat it like that with a fork. The church took care of us somewhat, but didn't know the extent of our trouble. I'm grateful I struggled growing up. Now I know how to be thrifty. I can stretch a paycheck like nobody else. My parents are resilient and I'm proud of them.

The girl at the 12 minute mark hit me hard ❤😭

What's sad is doing some of these now cause money is so tight.

These stories broke my heart and I’m glad my mama taught me to share bc now thinking back some of my friends were probably hungry and I’m glad I could help if I did.

This broke my heart and reminded me of the stories my family shared of their childhood.

Damnn ...this hit home. Mine was a spoonfuls of flour out of the door of the fridge or cut up a raw potato and sprinkle meat tenderizer seasoning on it. #fullstomach

I'm glad I watched this. It's quite eye opening at how ungrateful I've been growing up. Yes, we've eaten at the our local food pantry. But I think that pushed my mom to always have food at home.

The woman with the red hair scarf...you are SO STRONG despite your struggles and you can seriously get through anything in this life because you chose to let it make you stronger and tougher. Bless you and your loved ones. Bless all of you. I've experienced some stufflike this as well...

Listening to this broke my heart. I have five brothers and sisters and we always had whatever we wanted mom to make us for breakfast, home made dinner every night and all the snacks you could ask for.on Sundays we had grand slam breakfast as my mom called them. They were the best. When I was that age it never dawned on me that some kids didn't eat like I did and I definitely should have been more grateful. Mom and dad you are the best.

I now understand why whenever I go out to eat I’m always apologizing for not eating everything on my plate and feeling terrible about it. Also why I always give my daughter more food than she needs haha but I never force her to eat it all. I dipped raw spaghetti noodles in lard then dipped it in sugar and ate that omg lol When my parents divorced my mom had us most the time and we were extremely poor. We lived off food stamps, getting food and clothes from church and other programs. We ate a lot of ramen noodles with eggs for protein. I remember eating a lot of eggs. Canned ravioli was my fave, beans cheese and rice. Canned vienna sausage and rice, eggs and rice. When we were super lucky we would eat fried chicken , mashed potatoes and corn bread. Breakfast dinner was also a great day cuz we had syrup pancakes, eggs, and bacon. My mom most days would only eat one meal a day on rare occasion not at all or just a candy bar cuz she wanted me and my two sisters to be full.

I remember at 11 years old all we had was an onion left in the house and I made some kind of make shift onion rings for myself and my brothers. Still today I can put together random things that make a meal. My daughter said one day She can tell I was a struggle food kid because I can put anything together in the kitchen.

These stories blow my mind 🤯! You really don’t realize how blessed you’ve been until things like this! My God, thank you! 🙏🏾

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