Get behind me, toxicity!!..

Someone explain to me why the forbidden things are so sweet. Why for some reason, many of the health pouring foods look so unworthy of our mouths. Why we don't have those all so colourful sprinkles and sugar coatings naturally growing off trees! Why we don't have River Nile flowing with that perfectly browned whiskey! Why we don't have that mayonnaise dip flowing naturally out of the cow's udder! 

Herein follows the daily struggle, your gut is telling you to lay off that temptation island but your body is telling you a story so different, a story of immediate satisfaction, a story of forgetting your worries, a story of a happy bubble, a story where nothing else matters.

No one deserves to be a slave to anyone or anything in this era, pardon me, not in any era ever! So I remember how pretentious these sweet ones can be, deceiving me with brightness to my face and yet biting me with addiction at the back. And now I agree more than ever, that if something's too good to be true, it most probably ain't at all. So I imaginarily tattoo my arms, "Get behind me, toxicity!!."