Strange?

Today, I wondered if I was strange.
Strange in a peculiar way.
Mostly because I am starting to notice the argument between "you eat everything on your plate" or "stop eating when you're full" coming into my life a lot more often.
Apparently, I eat like a bird, even though I don't look like it.
Mostly it's because I'm never hungry, not really.
Sometimes I just eat because I'm bored and watching tv. Which is bad for you.
I was raised to stop eating when I became full. My husband was raised to eat everything on his plate.
I get the whole "there-are-starving-children-in-Africa-be-grateful-for-the-food-that-is-provided-for-you" bit. But I'm not about to damage my body because I feel guilty that there are starving children in Africa.
That's why I donate to organizations who support those causes.
But I just don't really see how me not eating everything on my plate is going to help those hungry kids. I can't mail the excess food to them. The food prepared for me was prepared for me. I paid for it.
Shouldn't I have the right to put what I want in my body?
True, I leave a lot of food on my plate.
I don't know.
Am I strange?

In other news, I got a job. I start next week. I'M ALL GROWN UP.

Not really. I still feel like I'm 12 most days.
I need inspiration for topics to write about. My life is not that interesting. I'm running out of ideas. All my creativity goes to writing poetry or whatever.

or whatever.