I don’t mean to harsh on the overweight, but let’s face it, most of our country is overweight. I am overweight. Technically, I am morbidly obese… at least if you believe the weight/height expectations in the medical office. I have always struggled with my weight and self image. I get it. It’s no fun being chunky and questioning your personal physical beauty.

The thing is, people in this country seem to have just given up. I mean, the tiny tank tops I see young girls stretching over fast food bellies that would have indicated an unhealthy pregnancy in past generations… it’s gross. I’m sorry, but it’s gross.

I’m not saying everyone should throw tents over the massive jiggling frames, but some level of tact in selecting garments would be appreciated. Your acorn nuts if you think I’m going to give up on trying to look my best. Sure I’m nearing 40 and I have 3 kids, but it doesn’t mean I have to give up on looking… passable.