Dear Brownie,

I can't eat you. You and I both know that. The gluten in you would reek havoc on my digestive systems for days. Yet here you are, out of the boxed lunch I received at my meeting and sitting on my desk, staring at me.

We both know that 10+ months ago, I would have eaten you. I would have let my lack of willpower, lack of self-esteem, lack of feeling worthy of feeling good (physically and mentally) allow me to devour you in three [or less] bites. I would have wanted you so badly that I would risk the pain and humiliation you would cause. Then, after you were gone, I would have beaten myself up profusely for my actions, telling myself what I lowly sack of crap I was for being so weak.

Things have changed, Brownie. You no longer have me under a spell. You and your more attractive cousin Donut just don't do it for me anymore. Yes, I'm sure you are delicious, but you're just not that worth it. I don't need you to feel better anymore. That was a false feeling anyway. You and I are splitsville. Oh, you don't believe me? You think I can't leave you there on the desk and not give in to your temptations? Maybe you're right. Maybe I can't. Therefore, I'll take you to the kitchen where I'm sure you'll find your way into another's life before too long. 

Its not you, it's me. I'm a different person now. I want better for myself. I deserve better for myself. You're just not worth it.

#sorrynotsorry

Hahahaha!   And, good job!!

That is creative writing at it's best !!!!

Should be a made for TV movie...... "The Brownie Stories" 

frisco

Into the trash!!!!

(Off your desk anyway! )

Love your writing style and your perspective.  :)

Spurted water out of my nose reading the start of this post. Well said!  So many of us can relate....kudos to you and thank you for sharing!

LOL! Hilarious and so true!

This was Awesome!!! Love the great Attitude.

LUV IT!!