FOOD

**Food**, stylized as **FOOD**, is MIA GLADSTONE's fourteenth studio single. It was released in winter of 2020. It is the third track on MIA GLADSTONE's second studio EP, CYCLE/S.

## Background

> "‘FOOD‘ is about my experience in this body. As someone with big boobs, I’ve faced hypersexualization ever since I went through puberty. It’s been very confusing to navigate because I don’t see myself how the world sees me. I didn’t feel like a girl growing up. I tried to combat girl gender norms as a kid and when I developed boobs in 6th grade I was immediately boxed into “young woman”. ‘FOOD’ is kind of an open letter to the world—I tried to illustrate my experiences and talk about how being sexualized made me not want to eat, and how your physique truly shapes your experience. Releasing this song was scary for me—I said things that I had never expressed to anyone before. The outpour of support has been really beautiful.”
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FOOD is the second single released from Gladstone's second extended play, CYCLE/S. The lyrics are in the point of view of a younger teen Gladstone speaking about how she was told to look and dress as she grew up and coming to terms with her own looks. Due to the hypersexualization of her body, Gladstone stuggled with disordered eating in her teenage years.

## Lyrics

**Intro (Spoken)**

Cover yourself, bitch

Put on a fuckin' shirt

Hairy ass armpits

That shit is gross

(*Fuck you, Mia*)

**Verse 1**

Cover myself, respect my health

Baby girl, don't you never tell me shit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

I don't wanna hear it, no (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

I go back and forth like a lover

Above the ground, then I'm under, uh (Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah)

Put on a shirt, don't dress like a man

Oh my God, don't you never tell me shit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

I don't like your spirit (Let it go, let it go, let it go)

**Verse 2**

Tryna get high with no company

You leave your mind in the gutter

I'm young and wise like a mother

(Bitch, shut the fuck up)

I don't feel like me when you talkin'

Nah, I don't feel like me when you talkin'

All this weakness in my knees

Damn, this bitch can barely breathe

Not your honey, let me be

I don't wanna eat, I don't wanna eat

**[Instrumental Break]**

**Verse 3**

Talk with your tits, let it all in

Talk to the kids, let 'em begin

To understand the weight that the ladies bring in

Make your own body like a buffet

Two little titties lookin' lovely

But I can never free 'em in the right way

And mama never told me, "Take it lightly"

I am not a bubble, but, bitch, I'm 'bout to pop off

D-D, double the greet, he tryna talk soft

Into me, preconceived fantasy

He tryna dance with me

I stand still, but he don't know the deal

I'm unconcealed, he tryna cop a feel

Bitch, I'm in a T-shirt, bite until your teeth hurt

Don't you know I read your mind?

Look me in my fuckin' eye

**Bridge**

In a tree

Catching sleep

Got that green in my eyes, baby (Yeah), ooh

In a tree (Yeah)

Smokin' tree (Yeah)

I feel, high, high, high

High, high, high, high, high, high

High, high, high, high

High, high, high, high, high, high

High, high, high, high

**Outro**

My shell compels me to say these things

Bitch, tell me I'm pretty

My shell compels me to say these things

Bitch, tell me I'm pretty

## Trivia

* Gladstone stared that “FOOD” was the hardest song to write was because it was “vulnerable” and she “wasn’t sure she wanted to say everything that was in it.”

## Credits

* MIA GLADSTONE - vocals, writing, producer
* Danny Shyman - producer, writing
* Leo Dessi - chords
* Jesse McGinty - brass & winds
* Mike Cordone - brass & winds
* Ari Silberman - brass & winds
* Vidal Davis - mixer