Here’s my radical take: The Carla Craves Manifesto So I’m making a promise. To myself. To Carla. To anyone else who has a “Carla” inside them—that intuitive, slightly rebellious, deeply hungry version of yourself.

I ate three. Standing up. No plate. No shame.

What do I actually want? Not what I should want. Not what’s practical. What does my inner Carla crave?