I’ve always been a bit overweight and it doesn’t generally bother me. I don’t have a problem eating right because my body is one huge baby that cries migraine whenever I eat something too processed and gross. But I mean, exercise is hard, amiright? Well, not THAT hard, but you know what I mean.
With all the plastic surgery going around, I’ve always entertained the idea of just having someone carve my body into the right awesome shape. Of course I wouldn’t want to pay for it, but I love the idea. Recently, I’ve been considering that idea further and I would love to have a Christ Party. The plastic surgeon would cut me into the most aesthetically pleasing shape he could and I’d have a goddamn barbeque with the meat! Eat of my body and be delighted! The only problem with this idea, I realized much later, was that if I was getting cut up, most of what would be cut off would be fat and I know I don’t want to eat fat.