Taking My Relationship with Food onto a Television Talkshow.

What do I want . . . . . . . . ?    
     
     
how about    
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
A FREAKING GRILLED CHEESE!    
     
     
     
     
You heard me!    
I want it with a side of cheesecake      
and a chocolate malt.    
I want a spicy tuna roll, moo-goo-gai-pan,      
and a cafe latte in GRANDE not tall?    
     
I'm craving Hawaiian pizza and seven layer dip.    
I want fettuccine alfredo,      
and a double bacon cheeseburger passing over my lip.    
     
I could go on, but I think you get the point,    
I L-L-O-O-V-V-E-E, love Food.    
I love to eat and savor it.    
Not picky, I try new things.    
In fact, I experiment quite a lot.    
I mix, whisk, slice, and dice.    
And when I feel a little crazy,      
I add,  a little, Spice. What?!    
     
Food is a big part of me.      
We have been friends since I was a kid.    
And it grew into something I never expected.    
"How long have we been in a committed relationship?'    
Oh, I suppose since 2008.      
That is when I started wearing    
this size I'm dress in.    
     
Yea, Food's a big part of me.    
He's the one residing in all this      
space; in my thighs and waist you see.    
Yup, that is all Food's.    
     
You know, sometimes,    
when he is sitting on the plate, he'll whisper to me,    
"Oh girl, we are gonna to stay    
together forever, you know I taste great."    
And he wasn't lying, cause like I said,    
I have been wearing size 13 jeans since 2008.    
     
He's always there when I need him.    
He loves parties, though he doesn't dance.    
He's totally game for the holiday family ambush,    
as long as you prep him in advance.    
     
Does our relationship have any issues?      
Maybe, sometimes.      
Like, sure he is there when I need him,      
but his solutions to problems are,      
"just take a couple more bites."    
     
A weight issue? Maybe.      
I am a little overweight,    
but I kind of like my curves.    
And Food has been there to help make all the      
peaks, dips, and swerves.    
     
But you know, I want to grow as a person, not in waist.    
I want to move through time and space.    
And sometimes, when I need him to listen,    
he is all up in my face.    
I want to experience what the world has to offer,      
besides different tastes.    
     
    
 
 
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this was for the people who eat there emotions.