A Letter to Ice Cream
Hello Ice Cream.
We've been spending a lot of time together during quarantine, and I feel compelled to tell you the following:
I love you.
You are delicious.
You are making me fat,
yet my love endures.
as difficult as it is for me to for me to say this,
I think we need to see other people.
It's not you.
It's not even me,
It's my clothes.
They aren't supposed to fit so tight.
I threw all of my fat clothes away,
So this is my only option.
I hope you can find it in your heart to understand.
I'll miss you.
I'll always love you.
But I'll be healthier,
and my clothes will fit better,
Which is good,
cause I can't afford new ones.
Also, I don't want to get new ones.
Especially not if it is because I'm more fat.
Maybe if it is because I am more fit.
Maybe someday, when I learn a bit more about moderation, we can have the occasional supervised visit.