You know you're fat when you justify skipping yoga class because you don't want to be sweaty for your lunch date.
My lunch date, Trish, was unshowered and the last time we had a lunch date she was wearing a dress she wore the night before and was natch hungover.
Fat,
me
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I'm an actor, a writer and a certified train-wreck. Trying to piece a life together one small Pinkberry and Metrocard (with insufficient funds) at a time.
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