The supplement aisle is a comedy show. People with cupboards full of pills, powders, and tinctures are the same people who can’t go a day without seed oil lunch and blue-light insomnia. Industry sells them “vitamin D” in a plastic capsule while blocking the sun with fear campaigns. It sells “magnesium” in chalk form while stripping soil of minerals. That’s not health—it’s a subscription plan.

Here’s the joke: every label screams “immune support,” “brain boost,” “energy.” If food still carried life, you wouldn’t need a pharmacy shelf in your kitchen. Supplements don’t fix malnutrition—they are malnutrition wearing a cape. A body built on dead food and daily pills is not nourished, it’s managed like an app update.

Real nutrition doesn’t come in capsules. It comes in blood, fat, soil, and sun.

A pill is not a steak. A capsule is not a root.