I’m supposed to have shame, but no shame cause I won’t change. I noticed my man-friend’s private chef serves me like 8-10 wraps of fufu steady. Every time he serves swallow, I’ll comment on how it’s too much and how I can never finish it. Yet, I always end up finishing it. Always. I’ve never proven him wrong. He has now made it a habit and I am not helping either. The cringe is in how I keep forming it’s too much and end up finishing it every single time. My man-friend now laughs at me that he’s sure his chef wonders how this fine, soft babe eats such ‘hungry bricklayer’ portions.