then food is an affordable comfort, its a tiny luxury that makes a difference.
But surely decent home-cooked nutritious food is an even more affordable necessity, and in the long run nourishment of the belly can lead to nourishment of the souls and heart. I had a friend who lived on cuppa soup because she didn't know how to cook. She was depressed, unhealthily thin and listless. My mum taught her to make her own soup from the vegetables that the greengrocer sold cheaply. She was a different person in six months.
I know that we all need to feel worthwhile and it can be a viscous circle, but the concept of thinking that crap, empty-calorie food is somehow both a treat and a right has got to be challenged .
Comfort eating is, I believe, directly related to the concept of snacking; unnecessary food as an emotional, not nutritional, crutch.
I worry that excusing it and finding arguments for why it's ok is not helpful long-term.