Dude was 5’4″ and weighed AT LEAST 450lbs.
Didn’t care enough about his health or appearance to skip a meal or two
Cared so much about his appearance that he was wearing designer clothes and sagging his pants like a G.
Carrying a toddler in one arm.
Looping his finger through his belt loop with the other hand, so that his stylishly sagging designer pants wouldn’t end up around his ankles.
Sat on the cement fence because he knew he’d never be able to get up from a lounge chair, and it took him at least ten minutes to catch his break from the walk from his room to the pool.
“Nice underwear,” I said in an overtly flirtatious voice. “Calvin Klein is soooo darling, and red is my favorite color.”
I winked and moved on.
I’m not fat shaming.
Or maybe I am a little bit.
But more importantly, get some priorities and get motivated.
There is not one acceptable excuse I can think of to weigh 450lbs, unless someone stitched your asshole together in the 90s and you haven’t had it fixed.
There is no good reason to sag your pants, unless you’re trying to advertise your back door.
And if you’re the kind of person that spends $2,000 on a designer purse or $300 on a pair of designer jeans, you may be a perfectly great person, but we probably aren’t going to have much in common.
Apology, in advance, for those who were triggered by this.