This is the Gingerbread person I made with my sister in law Jennifer.
I drew the word yes in the skirt, so I guess it’s actually a gingerbread woman.
Cookies are so cheerfull to me.
They’re round (or square) and sweet and ready to play. Or they’re in the shape of a friendly looking human.
I think this is how I got into rather unfortunate cookie relationships in my past.
I consorted with the wrong sorts of cookies and projected all sorts of benevolent qualities upon them- when they were lining up to tempt me to eat them! And keep eating.
And I’ve written about how I used to eat rows of cookies- that was long ago, but I still wistfully remember my sedated self plucking each cookie out of its plastic row holder…..
Is this a cookie serenade? Or a cookie confession?
Recently I ate a type of cookie that used to captivate me, and it tasted overly sweet and not very good at all.
I felt sad at the shift and thought longingly of how it used to work to sedate my feelings with cookies.
I would say yes to the cookies calling to me from all the various cupboards and stores, and have to eat them- no matter how I felt.
I hypnotically ate them for comfort, companionship, amusement, distraction.
The cookies were my “friends.”
But they didn’t really fill me in the ways I longed to be filled. The fillings were false, and led to more false fillings.
And unlike friends, or myself, I couldn’t count on them to be there-no matter what.
They would disappear soon after I brought them home!
Cookies were sweet but demanding, playfull but addictive, amusing but self-centered.
I think I’ve broken up with cookies.
There are some really good cookies though, worth fooling around with;-)
My cookie standards have changed. I’m only letting the best ones in now.
The kind of cookie that respects me at night AND in the morning.