Let Them Eat Cake — Mini Manifesto 3

Let Them Eat Cake — Mini Manifesto 3 — The Chemistry Wars

LET THEM EAT CAKE

Mini blasts of truth from a brain that refuses to be governed.

Mini Manifesto 3 — The Chemistry Wars

My mind used to swing with its own weather system —

not yin and yang,

because nothing about me has ever been harmonious opposites.

More like two magnetic poles trapped in the same skull,

repelling, attracting, colliding,

every decision hijacked by the sugar spike

or the alcohol high

that always dropped me through the floor.

So I stripped it back.

Not punishment.

Not discipline.

Just truth.

Sugar hits lifted me fast

and slammed me lower.

Alcohol blurred the edges

and stole my executive function.

So I let them go —

not because I’m “good,”

but because I’m done being chemically kidnapped.

Fruit, yogurt, fish —

that’s my new rhythm.

A pescetarian by accident,

a woman choosing clarity on purpose.

About the Author

Alison is a menopausal, neurodiverse maximalist documenting the chaos of hormones with clarity, humour, and zero shrinking. She writes what her brain feels — unfiltered, ungovernable, and defiantly alive.

Note:A pescetarian by accident, 16 and veggie an era before description.

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