Honestly, I think life is better with the cupcake. I am a happier, sillier and better at a size 14 (who indulges) than I would be a 10 (who scrimps)… so my choice in this crazy, messy and lovely life is to eat the cupcake. I refuse to go to a birthday party and look at the delicious and beautiful cake and not eat some. We get one life. We have only a certain number of moments… I choose to live in a way that there is always room for a cupcake. I run, live, move, smile, cry and enjoy this one life… so why not eat the damn cupcake?