Smoking views
While outside today taking my usual break, I noticed something that I probably always saw but never really thought about. Fat people.
There are so many different kinds of fat people. There are the fat people who are only fat from the waist down. They have giant turkey legs and disgustingly large asses that take up two seats on the subway and half of a bench that can sit four normal people. Their fat legs are supported by disproportionally small ankles that look like they'll break if those fat people ever tried to do a jumping jack.
Then there are the fat people who are only fat on the top half of their bodies. They look like a wine glass. The one lady walked down the street, and from the waste down, she had on perfectly normal jeans that a normal person would wear. From there upward though, her stomach exploded and collided with her useless tits. She didn't need a bra. Her sacks just rested on her giant tumor of a stomach. Humpty dumpty needs to do some situps.
Three fat black girls walked past me. They were all the same fatness about. They weren't oddly fat like the lower fat and upper fat people that passed earlier. They were normal fat. I was just thrown off because I couldn't comprehend how they could get that fat if they had to walk through the city everyday. I know they're walking. I won't say why, but I know they're walking. I understand being a little chubby if you're forced to walk. That's a product of overeating... but exactly how many buffets and milkshakes does it take to maintain a fatness degree of that magnitude if you're burning 3000 plus calories daily.
Then a skinny asian girl got out of a cab in front of me. She was awkwardly stepping around and I couldn't place why. She had a shoebox in her hand which she threw away immediately. Looking at her feet, I connected the two. She was dressed in business attire, so she was probably on her way to an interview and needed to buy shoes to fit her outfit. Being in a rush, she probably just took the closest thing that she saw that fitted, instead of shopping for 18 hours like most girls do.
The shoes were a size too big. They kept coming off the heel when she took a step, and she would trip over the inch and a half stilleto every time.
At that moment, I bet she wished she could have fatter feet.
While outside today taking my usual break, I noticed something that I probably always saw but never really thought about. Fat people.
There are so many different kinds of fat people. There are the fat people who are only fat from the waist down. They have giant turkey legs and disgustingly large asses that take up two seats on the subway and half of a bench that can sit four normal people. Their fat legs are supported by disproportionally small ankles that look like they'll break if those fat people ever tried to do a jumping jack.
Then there are the fat people who are only fat on the top half of their bodies. They look like a wine glass. The one lady walked down the street, and from the waste down, she had on perfectly normal jeans that a normal person would wear. From there upward though, her stomach exploded and collided with her useless tits. She didn't need a bra. Her sacks just rested on her giant tumor of a stomach. Humpty dumpty needs to do some situps.
Three fat black girls walked past me. They were all the same fatness about. They weren't oddly fat like the lower fat and upper fat people that passed earlier. They were normal fat. I was just thrown off because I couldn't comprehend how they could get that fat if they had to walk through the city everyday. I know they're walking. I won't say why, but I know they're walking. I understand being a little chubby if you're forced to walk. That's a product of overeating... but exactly how many buffets and milkshakes does it take to maintain a fatness degree of that magnitude if you're burning 3000 plus calories daily.
Then a skinny asian girl got out of a cab in front of me. She was awkwardly stepping around and I couldn't place why. She had a shoebox in her hand which she threw away immediately. Looking at her feet, I connected the two. She was dressed in business attire, so she was probably on her way to an interview and needed to buy shoes to fit her outfit. Being in a rush, she probably just took the closest thing that she saw that fitted, instead of shopping for 18 hours like most girls do.
The shoes were a size too big. They kept coming off the heel when she took a step, and she would trip over the inch and a half stilleto every time.
At that moment, I bet she wished she could have fatter feet.
posted by Allen M @ 5/30/2006 02:24:00 PM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home