Eating last night's parmo
Your parmo was like your mom, you knew it was bad for you but you still ate it because you didn't know how to say no.
I ate last night's parmo because it was like eating my mom’s advice and I didn’t know how to argue back.
It was like your mom said, 'Just eat it, you’ll feel better later.' And you believed her.
The parmo was like your mom yelling at you from the kitchen while you were eating pizza.