This letter is a treat. Unfortunately, the intention is being spun to create controversy.
The controversy isn’t a reflection on the community spirit behind the letter, oh no. The controversy isn’t a reflection on the goodness of caring about what you put in your body, oh no.
The controversy is a public shaming ritual, oh yes.
Put a sock in it, we’re told. Mind your own beeswax, we’re told. Food in. Thought out. Candy is a food group, we’re told.
Oh Hell Yes.
As far as I can see, in this country, every day of the year, and not just on Halloween, we wear a costume.
That costume is called a fat suit.
I love costumes. I love the silliness of costumes. What I mean to say is I love the “trick,” since it reflects imagination.
But I’ve never been inspired by the “treat,” since it reflects a blind indulgence we’ve shaped out of the feed-your-face mentality created by drive-thru windows.
What I mean to say is I’m not motivated by the “treat,” except in the case of this letter, since I think it’s a genuine treat, the right kind, from the heart.
Best of all, when you get to the bottom of this goodie bag, you’re not gonna need a shot of insulin.