Skim milk,

Ever since I was born, you’ve been there for me. Every cookie that needed to be dipped, every bowl of cereal, every lunch and dinner, you were there by my side. I can always count on you to be there for me when I’m dying of thirst.

So many people misjudge you. They say you lack flavor, but I say they just don’t have taste buds that can handle you. They hate on you because they don’t understand you. They can’t comprehend your complexity, and I pity the people who don’t understand you and our love.

The moment I realized I loved you is when I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I had put on too much peanut butter, and after the second bite I couldn’t go on any longer. If it hadn’t been for you being there, I would have never been able to finish that sandwich.

You may not be thicc like whole milk or 2%, but it doesn’t matter to me. You look great regardless. Your smooth, white complexion is something to be admired, and I wish everyone saw you the way I did.

I don’t know what I would do without you, you are my rock. Better yet, my liquid.

With all my love,

Sonja Paulson