Are people really content being fat and unhealthy? Or is that something they tell themselves? A cope?
I can’t imagine actual happiness when waddling starts being involved. Maybe I just lack imagination. The only thing that should waddle is a duck.
Are people really content being fat and unhealthy? Or is that something they tell themselves? A cope?
I can’t imagine actual happiness when waddling starts being involved. Maybe I just lack imagination. The only thing that should waddle is a duck.