And yes, I have shed a few pounds since then...but I am one of the skinnier ones amongst the group of girls I am friends with.
Probably not, unless you exclusively cultivate sausage gorging circus freaks for friends. If you are, it can't be an accident, so it reveals you as painfully shallow and superficial in your choice of a peer group.
Calling me fat is nothing new dearies so.
No one's "calling" you anything. You are fat. Point of fact, you're probably morbidly obese. Aside from looking terrible, you're putting yourself at risk for major health complications down the road. Stop eating so much. It's not fucking rocket science, now is it? It's not about what you look like, it's about pondering if that extra strip of bacon was worth it ten years from now when you're a 35 year old diabetic with heart problems.
I'm just waiting until white and plump women are back in style as they were in the Victorian era.
Fat and ignorant. What a catch, you are. The Victorian era? Are you serious? Yeah nothing says plump like a 15 inch waist.
Grow up. You're barely ready to cross the street on your own, getting married should be beyond out of the question. Unemployed, live at home, spending the majority of your time in escapist fantasies: ideal time to get married. Squeeze out a few kids, too. I'm not sure what exactly is wrong with your parents but they should have punched the guy in the balls and lit him on fire. It would have saved you some time, and the rest of us untold sums of tax dollars.
Good luck.
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