When I was younger, my favorite vegetable in the world was brussels sprouts. I don’t know why, but I never thought they where gross like everyone else my age at the time. For my birthday party I got to choose my favorite meal, and I chose Mac&Cheese with brussels sprouts. I never would have imagined that other people wouldn’t like brussels sprouts, and not only did people not like them, they thought it was a joke or just didn’t eat them. Apparently my love for brussels sprouts at the time made me different, and sometimes I’ve embraced this and sometimes I’ve run away. But in the end I realized that I was just a girl who liked brussels sprouts, and that did not define who I was and did not make me different from the rest.
Nothing wrong with liking brussel sprouts. Nothing wrong or strange about liking any food.
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Thanks, this was kinda a trial metaphoric story post 😉 (but all is true)
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Hey there Mags. Brussel Sprouts are awesome. But more importantly I’ve been trying to reach you. I’m arranging a 31 Days, 31 Posts Challenge. Wanna help proctor?
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