As I stand before you dressed in gold, I have to ask: do you know who I am? Truly? I, Sydney Screams, am the goddess of gluttony, and you have been holding out on me recently. You ve exchanged your gluttonous tendencies for starvation, for diets, for exercise, and I can feel it. Indulgence, hedonism, gluttony, they all go hand in hand and I oversee them. You re on your knees in front of me, swearing your loyalty, and yet, I see no signs of gluttony nor indulgence. I feel it when you deny yourself a food craving, when you try to suppress your hunger. Food is an essential part of life and you cannot survive without it, and yet you deny yourself the very nutrients your body desperately needs. To worship me is to indulge! As one of my worshippers, I want you to surrender yourself to your hunger, to give in to your carnal pleasure of feasting. My worshippers are meant to show their devotion to me by growing their waists, expanding their bellies, stuffing themselves full of delicious, fatten
