I've always lived in suspect neighborhoods, and yes, bad things have happened to me, but only when I've been thinner, lighter, easier to physically violate. I've been invisible (really fat) for about 12 years now and I feel pretty damn safe. Frankly there are easier targets. I'm tall. I'm almost 300lbs. There are few guys that can overpower me. It would be one of those awkward steve martin physical comedy moments where he tries to wrap is arms around me but he gets poked in the eye and I accidentally step on his foot and everything goes wrong and I end up abandoned on a sidewalk yelling after my would-be assailant "What happened??? You don't want my money?? No Rape tonight? Hey! Come back!". My fat offers protection from being dragged away by the boogie man (or any man). So I've never been afraid for my life...
...till now.
An international Human Fat Trafficking Ring has been traced to Peru. I can't stop thinking of the screenplays that are being penned as I write this blog. Hostel meets Matrix meets V where fat people are harvested to keep Hollywood wrinkle free. A government conspiracy to harvest the dumb and obese, solving the overpopulation problem and staying an economic world power. A carnivorous oligarchy using the poor fat HFC-fed human cattle as fodder for futuristic Brazil-style beauty regimes. I'm truly horrified.
If i go missing. You'll find me in the face of an aging trophy wife.
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nati
