I have a confession, but don’t judge me. I’m a fatty.
That’s right. I am a a big ol’ fatty fatty of the clan Boombalatty.
But I do not write here today in some narcissistic pursuit of a cathartic revelation in which I proudly declare that “I ♥ my curves” or “curve” in my case since my shape is rapidly approaching the spherical.
No, I am not here to tell you that I look good fat. I don’t. I am here to tell you that I am good fat.
What say you, Patrick? Everyone knows that the truly holy sport the gaunt look. Kinda like David Bowie in the 70’s, but without all the weird androgynous-ness. Saints are skinny. Fat people are lazy, and lazy does not equate with holiness, you say!