Mix a little bit of milk, a little bit of butter, a little bit of egg whites, a little bit of flavor, and a whole lot of sugar.  What do you get?  Frosting!  When looking at all of those ingredients, it makes sense why most people avoid frosting.  They don’t want all of those calories, but not me.  The more frosting, the better!

I am a healthy adult.  I can make my own decisions, and yet I feel like I have to hide my love of frosting.  I feel like I have to pretend I don’t want the corner piece of the cake with the giant sugar rose on it.  “Oh, no one else wants it?  I guess I’ll take that piece.”  (secret impish smile on my face as I walk away consuming my frosting with cake filling)

Recently I decided that I was going to hide no more.  I admitted to two of my friends that I loved frosting.  The two of them paused for a moment.  I thought, “Here we go.  Here comes the judgement and the lecture,” but instead they both smiled slowly and said, “Me too!”

What?!  There are other adults out there who love frosting too?!  Where have these people been?  I mean, it makes sense; frosting is delicious, but I had felt so alone for so long.  To know that I wasn’t some adult anomaly was so encouraging.  I didn’t have to pretend anymore.  I could claim my love of frosting.

And so, I send out this invitation.  Frosting-lovers of the world, do not hide behind false pretense any longer!  Proudly take your knife and scrape that leftover ribbon of frosting onto your plate.  Boldly ask for the corner piece of cake, and consume that sugar rose in one, big, happy bite!