This is Fruitycake. When your name is Fruitycake, I don’t really see a need to elaborate. Or change it. But persons want to put a spin on everything, don’t they?
Here in this Italy place, they also call me Torta di Frutta. And when people ask me my name, and the persons tell them, most often they look at me in amazement and just say “nooooooo” with wonderment. I like that. They like my name. And they like me.
Girl Person says that now, they have a new reason to like me even more. She says she cans stop squeezing my fluffy butt. And I’ve never had a fluffy butt before. Because my fur has never grown this much. And well, now, I’m Fruitycake Fluffy Butt. How do you say that in Italian? Well. I have no idea.
Yesterday, when I think back, I was invited into a store in that Portofino place. Girl Person needed some tomatoes. And I needed some pizza. And as she was trying to figure out if I was allowed inside or not, the nice man invited me in. Maybe it was because of my fluffy butt. Maybe.
We all have something cute about us. Yes. You do too. I don’t care how old you are. Or how young you are. You are endearing in some way. And if you’ve got a fluffy butt, we proud of it. I am. When you recognize the importance of loving who you are, it radiates happiness to others.
You don’t need anyone’s acceptance to show love to yourself. And to show grace to yourself. And forgiveness to yourself. Embrace the fluffy butt.
–Fruitycake Fluffy Butt
