Once upon a time there was this little girl,
She loved pink, polka-dots, and rollers that made her hair curl.
She was always happy, smiling, and enjoying her youth,
But somewhere along the way she lost her truth.
Soon this girl was a teenager and she lost her glow,
She struggled with an eating disorder but wanted no one to know.
During this time she forgot about her life passions and dreams,
When she thought about a career choice she wanted to scream.
The problem was she didn’t know what to do,
So she became a professional student, got her masters too,
She thought the key to happiness was a high paying career,
But the joke was on her at the end of tax year.
She started working at a research job,
Unhappy, she would often drive home and sob.
On Halloween day of two thousand and Eight,
She started this blog and wished for a new fate.
Her blog became a passion, an escape from her pain,
She connected with others and felt a lot more sane.
After 4 months of blogging she got the courage to quit,
She was sick of this job making her feel like…the pits.
As she walked down that hall, her heart was in her throat,
She knew what she had to do to keep herself afloat.
With a quick, deep breath she said I’m Outta here,
and then she went home and had a few beer.
Quitting is hard, but not being happy is worse,
and for many days you count the pennies in your purse.
But the reality was this girl fell in love with her blog,
When she explained to others they looked at her in a fog.
This girl said goodbye to the troubles of her past,
She said with a smile, don’t let the door hit you in the…
[Yes, she’s crass!]
This girl who used to eat fat-free foods galore,
was now cooking, baking, and even eating yummy s’mores!
Yes it’s true, she fell in love with food.
And she even started to smile at herself in the nude.
Her passion for health, the environment, and animals grew,
So she became a vegan and she felt brand new.
Then one day it hit her like a ton of bricks,
She should start a vegan bakery, somehow it all clicked.
She would write, and bake, and create delicious meals,
With a dash of love, inspiration, happiness, and zeal.
I am happy to say this girl is in a good place,
And some say you can now see the glow upon her face.
The moral of the story is to never accept what you think is your fate,
For sometimes you must pave a new road and go create.
The reason for my wordy rhyme or two,
Is a fun contest and here’s the clue.
I hope you had fun with this rhyme that I made,
Many thanks to my writing teacher from third grade.
~Project Food Blog, Entry #1: ‘Why I should be the next Food Blog Star’