Fat Girl Confession: Cake Time
Fat Girl Confession (a.k.a. FGC): IYKYK
We're at an outdoor wedding reception for a co-worker, the crowd is joyous, laughing, dancing... and my eyebrow is twitching.
“Where is the dang bread already,” I mumble. It arrives, warm, chewy. Next - a crisp caesar salad, roasted chicken and seasoned potatoes. Delicious.
The thing is...my friend, Amy, and I are here for the cake.
Grand entrance, champagne toasts, first dance, garter and bouquet toss. At last, the edible grand finale is wheeled across the festive reception patio, past the gift table mountain.
This cake consists of three rectangle tiers, trimmed in ivory scallops and lace-work piping. My anticipation dances with the hope of chocolate inside.
The newly married couple does the cutesy cutting thing, they feed each other. Can they serve it already?
Soon after, my fellow “fluffy” amiga and I are early in line for our share.
Not chocolate.
Totally okay, we’re so excited! Amy and I navigate back to our table with our generous slices. We smile at one another and plop down in our chairs. Our forks tap together and we say, “Cheers!” before that first long-awaited taste.
“Absolutely delicious!” I proclaim, looking around the table.
“Totally five-stars!,” Amy replies, nodding and chewing.
I lean over and side-whisper to her, "I have an embarrassing FGC."
Amy puts down her fork and turns to me. "Go ahead, you can share it with me.”
"Here we are at this gorgeous place with all these nice people,” I say. “Eating a five-star dinner, celebrating love. I have this huge hunk of gourmet cake...yet somehow I feel sad. It’s like a void in my heart.”
“Oh no,” she says. “Why?”
“Because all I can think about is how I wish I had chocolate syrup to drizzle all over the top. This cake is dry!”
Amy chuckles and shakes her head as she goes in for another bite. "Girl, I totally understand. I have an FGC too. All I can think about is how disappointed I am because I really wanted a corner piece with two sides of frosting."
