Thoughts of being a marshmallow (and my identity crisis over being an edible)

View this thread on: d.buzz | hive.blog | peakd.com | ecency.com
·@cryptosharon·
0.000 HBD
Thoughts of being a marshmallow (and my identity crisis over being an edible)
<img src="https://i.imgur.com/YiHWbDa.jpg">

I found this picture on Pixabay and I was reminded that marshmallows are usually eaten! Being a marshmallow myself, I have often been complimented for my sweet flavour, and I always took pleasure from how glad people were at licking my skin. The licking does not weird me out since it is common-place for me, even though humans don't usually lick each other's skin unless they are in very intimate situations.

But today, it is different. I am upset and I don't think I'll keep letting people lick my skin, since they might get the wrong idea that my flavour is a trait which would make me more appealing for eating! I am an orphan marshmallow who grew in a human household, so it was very late in life that I learned that there were barbaric beings that ate my kind like treats. I sadly did not pay attention, but after the talk that someone had with my mom about eating me, and she refusing to let me go, I was thankful to her but very scared for my safety.

I apologise to those who will not be able to lick my sweet skin again even though you have done nothing wrong to me, but I hope that you will understand that I am not comfortable with it anymore.
👍 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,