I Am A Super Sweet Marshmallow

by Sherry Riter in Health,Menopause


You probably think you are looking at marshmallows in a bowl.

First of all, I always thought it was marshmellow and not marshmallow. Why do we use an “a” instead of an “e”???

Anyway, these marshmallows (I hate having to type an “a”) are much larger than the average little doohinkity white puffs you throw in hot chocolate. What you are looking at are HUGE marshmallows. They are by far the biggest I’ve ever seen, but of course, I live under a rock in seclusion most of the time and was born before dinosaurs roamed the earth. I mean really, I still have Farrah hair!

Regardless of the size, marshmallows are very soft, squishy and sweet. Please notice that all of those words start with an “s” just like my real name. Not The Redhead Riter, the name I was given at birth.

I have other things in common with these sugary splendors. (Did you catch the “s” in those two words?)

My heart and body is like the pink marshmallow in many ways.

I’m soft and fluffy because I am having a hard time controlling my weight with my slowing menopausal metabolism and diabetes. On top of that, the spoon that is loaded with ice cream won’t leave me alone. No, really, it chases me around my home, so I have to eat it.

That ice cream does help with my emotional state, but only adds to the glow-in-the-dark flesh that is on my posterior end. Well, it isn’t really there as much as a little bit ALL OVER.

The pink marshmallow is also squishy, smooshy and easily melts.

My heart beats with too much compassion and it melts with just the slightest of reciprocal love. However, I often do not require the other person to be accountable for their actions towards me. So this little squishy heart of mine gets taken advantage of and is smooshed often which causes great emotional pain.

Guess what?

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Hearts heal.


I like loving easily. I don’t want to be cold or bitter.

I would say that so far, I’m doing pretty good!

The marshmallow is no match for my sweetness. I am the Queen of Sweet whether I am consuming it or acting like it.

I know that was stretching it a bit, but I have to go overboard with the self-talk in order for any of it to actually stick for longer than five seconds. (Please tell me you didn’t miss the pun with “stick” and “sticky”)

just one marshmallow

Wait! Do I see wrinkles on that marshmallow? Isn’t there any escape?! I’m even wrinkled when I’m a marshmallow!!

Now it is your turn to go stand in front of the mirror and do a little talking to yourself. What are you going to say to help build yourself up??

Come on, don’t be shy! Tell me how great you are because I already know you’re wonderful! I promise it will help you feel better.

Your Marshmallow Friend who might be a little high on sugar,

The Redhead Riter

Please don’t tell my mother.


This post was written by...

Sherry Riter is also known as The Redhead Riter. Sherry is witty, intelligent and addictive as she writes about cooking, family, marriage, failures, blogging tips, art, humor, inspiration, travel, PTSD and aging. Her goal is to inspire, motivate, educate and to make her audience laugh. Sherry embraces being a redhead and helps others to see the redhead point of view…"In some eras redheads were worshipped while others thought us witches. Personally, I like the former and think every day is 'Love a redhead day!'" She can also be found on Facebook, Google+, Pinterest, StumbleUpon, Linkedin, tweeting as @TheRedheadRiter and you can subscribe to her free blog feed.

{ 9 comments… read them below or add one }

1 Donna1264 August 7, 2010 at 4:05 am

Ha! The first person I'm going to tell is your MOTHER! Nah, I'm just kidding. Why would I want to spoil your little secret, I wouldn't. Friends don't do those kinds of things to friends, your secret is safe with me, I promise.

Thanks for sharing you sweet, sticky, sultry treat with the rest of us. Nicely done!

Now, go eat MARSHMALLOWS to your hearts content.


2 Summer Ross August 7, 2010 at 5:15 am

I am wonderful because i just spent two days taking care of my friend and her son, 🙂 so I can look in the mirror and be proud of myself today.


3 Murr Brewster August 7, 2010 at 6:21 am

The beauty part is that your posterior is attached where you don't have to look at it. Munch on, darling.

And marshmallows have nothing to do with mellowness, not that they're sharp or anything. Originally they were made from the marsh mallow plant.


4 The Redhead Riter August 7, 2010 at 11:25 am

Donna1264 – Tha-a-a-a-a-ank You!

Summer Ross – That was a wonderful thing to do. I can tell that looking in the mirror will be quite easy for you today.

Murr Brewster – That's funny! I never thought of it that way.


5 Linda August 8, 2010 at 4:45 am

My middle son is obsessed with marshmallows….he would love those huge ones!! When he was 4, I walked into his room & saw him trying to roast a marshmallow over his lamp! lol Stay as sweet as u are….people love sugar =)


6 Colleen August 9, 2010 at 2:59 am

Marshmallow fans unite!
I declare that I too am as wonderful and sweet as a fluffy white marshmallow!


7 The Redhead Riter August 9, 2010 at 6:23 am

Linda – I am laughing out loud! I can just see that whole scene in my head with him holding it over the light. Too cute!

Colleen – That's the attitude you need to keep Colleen!!! Yay!!!


8 Lori August 16, 2010 at 4:43 pm

You are such a creative writer, comparing your heart and body to that big pink marshmallow.


9 Momma J August 17, 2010 at 4:31 pm

What a cute post! It's so nice that you can take the time to look at yourself and see the positives. I just go right to the negatives. Thanks so much for sharing 🙂


Leave a Comment

"How rare and wonderful is that flash of a moment
when we realize we have discovered a friend."

~William E. Rothschild~

Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts.
I respond back to all comments.


Previous post:

Next post: