My mother kept telling me it wasn't about my weight and looks, because it was about my weight and my health. My father was just worried about my health.
But I don't buy that. I don't even buy that the Neurologist is worried about my health. I mean, the woman is thin, probably a size two or four, at the most. A woman who would never understand about wearing the fat suit.
Or what it's like to be in the fat suit, and have people casually comment that you're--well--overweight.
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