For years I’ve champions a more triumphant form of obesity than most. Leveraging my heft and carriage for good rather that evil. Today, though I reached a barrier that the fat/muscle scale shifted too far towards the latter. I had a rash because of soap that got caught in my dunlop. I’ve become a bad example for impressionable fat people. For the future of America’s fat youth, I must retain my mantle as being gloriously fat rather than slovenly fat. Once I finish my chocolate chicken pot pie.