Hi. My name is [insert your name here], and I’m addicted to cheesy pizza.
There. I said it.
But really—who could blame me? One look at a fresh, bubbling pie with golden cheese stretching from crust to crust, and I’m a goner. If loving cheese is wrong, I don’t want to be right.
đź’¬ Confession #1: I Think About Pizza More Than I Should
Some people dream about vacations or winning the lottery. Me? I dream about four-cheese deep dish, with mozzarella waterfalls and crispy cheddar edges. Every pizza is a new adventure… and I’ve never met a cheesy slice I didn’t love.
💬 Confession #2: I’ve Turned Down Plans for Pizza
Party? Meh. Movie night? Maybe. But tell me there’s cheesy pizza involved, and suddenly I’m so free. If you’ve ever ghosted a social event to stay home with a pizza and stretchy pants, we’re kindred spirits.
💬 Confession #3: I’ve Invented “Cheese Math”
Calories don’t count if:
- The pizza has vegetables (hello, balance).
- You shared one slice before eating the rest.
- It’s after 9 p.m. and your soul needs healing.
đź’¬ Confession #4: My Cheese Game Is Next Level
Cheddar, fontina, gouda, asiago, gorgonzola—I keep a rotation in my fridge. I’ve used ricotta as pizza sauce. I’ve made grilled cheese pizzas. I’ve even added cream cheese to the crust. If it melts, it belongs on dough.
💬 Confession #5: I’d Marry Pizza If I Could
We’ve been through everything together. Joy. Heartbreak. Long nights. Lazy Sundays. Pizza never judges, never disappoints, and always shows up with a smile (and extra cheese).