I hate the stuff on soup and gravy. It's disgusting, looks ugly, feels awful and keeps you away from all the niceness underneath. I hate it. It's just downright nasty. Most people are confused when I look them over and say I hate it. It keeps you away from the liquid. What's not to hate?

I plan on doing something about it, though. Tonight. I'll stir it away, like Mom always advised me to. Well, not always. She told me not to.

I stir quickly, ripping the skin apart. The liquid comes up and so does a lot of other things. I eat the soup, the liquid. It tastes sweet, just a bit metallic. Undersalted, yes, but another thing I dislike is oversalted foods. It's tasty. It drips down my chin.

I feel dizzy as I look down at my arm, the skin completely removed, and smile. I hate skin.

I'm glad that I could make it go away.