Prepare for this post not to make any sense, but: I can’t stop thinking about fat kids. And there’s no way I can weave why I can’t stop thinking about them into any sort of narrative, coherent or otherwise, without sounding like either a skinny bitch who doesn’t get it (partially true), and/or a childless know-it-all bitch talking out her ass about how easy it should be to raise healthy childrenâ€"a topic she has literally ZERO experience with (entirely true). But I’ve got to get it all out of
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