By: Brad Manock
Growing up, I was a little bit on the heavier side (fat). I didn’t exercise very much and I ate anything that tasted good and nothing that didn’t. My grandmother was a professional cake decorator. She would bake cakes all the time for: birthdays, weddings, whatever event that needed a cake. I spent a lot of time at my grandparents’ house growing up. My grandma is a very nice person, she never said “hey if I’m baking cakes, that shit isn’t for you ok?” In this article I will be discussing some of my experiences of being surrounded by cake that I wasn’t allowed to eat.