When the day weighs heavy or the night stretches long, I turn to a ritual that never fails me—ice cream.
Chocolate and strawberry. Haagen Daz. Paired with peanuts and fresh bananas. It’s not just dessert—it’s therapy in a bowl. A small act of self-care that says, “I deserve softness.” And when I’m scooping that last bite? It’s not just about taste. It’s about reclaiming joy. So yes, my go-to comfort food is ice cream. And when I eat it, you truly can’t tell me a thing.
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