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A little word about fat
Fat never liked me.It seemed to have orphaned me when at infancy my diapers never seemed to leave my ankles.More seemed to be coming out then was going in. Or so I'm told. I am the last skinny survivor of a family that likes to eat and eat and yes another helping of that gooey dripping collaboration of calories that my sister makes-well how many help pings.I lost count. I'd ask her, but I'd be interrupting.Like asking the minister if he could just repeat once more why we're headed for hell in a hand basket. And how big do they make them. You just let it go.
Fat always intrigued me because I never had a problem with it. If there's some logic to that I haven't figured it out yet. I always was amazed at how difficult it was for people to get rid of it. I was always in a sense envious; at least as a kid that I couldn't achieve a state of fatness. I wanted fat. The devil of the dairy isle. The creeper of the caloric cake and pastry isle. That's what I was talking about. Pure Crisco fat. I never elevated Schwarzenegger muscle to that plain . I even was attracted to fat woman. Thay seemed more real to me. More fun to be with.
But of course this is all a bunch of hokey, stereotypical nonsense.I was always skinny, and the last guy to be picked for sports ,or dates or anything. Unless it was: watch my sand witch, me and Kathy are going to use your car for awhile. And I was good at sports. Really! Now it's all about being anorexic if your a girl and muscular and handsome if your a guy. Nothing else is good enough. Life becomes all about your image that you project. One pound to much. One inch to short, and your out of the club. Looking in the windows of what your made to believe you always wanted. So run out and buy whatever it takes. I just happen to have a couple at very reasonable prices.
Fat it's just fat. We may not want it. Or at times want a lot of it. But it doesn't make me who I am. It doesn't make me morally Reprehensible or stupid or anything.Its just the box I come in.And this world pays to much attention to how things appear as apposed to what they are..No matter what I appear to be there's a human being in here that you just have to meet face to face without the stereotypical baggage.Enough of the moralizing. I need a beer. No not a light. A real beer.Stay on the fat side of life.
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