Yesterday, saw what is called an "obese" woman walking into the building. She had a (not uncommon) pear-shaped body type. But i cannot belp, but to seriously wonder...

Especially, in light of these covid times...we've all heard the term, "despair deaths," where out-of-work, no money, bills up the :0...people simply give up, and od on whatever.  Okay, does it not make sense, that "despair weight" is also a reality - one that has plagued society for several decades?  

As per usual, the dear woman was wearing a pair of those stretchy recycled-plastic pants, and a top which only came to just an inch or two below her waistline ... everything's made so unGodly short...Bingo!   

Heaven forbid, that clothing would actually cover :/   Oh, but that's not even the half of it: heaven triple-forbid, that a woman (especially, a fat woman) would have the (Lord bestowed) means to accept herself, to be comfortable in her own skin.  

Anyway, first thing that popped into my head was:  that fat lady would look lovely in a long flowey dress - made of real fabric.  Bet she'd feel better too.  But, hey lady, good luck with that...after all, even slender women are hard-pressed to find feminine clothing that works.

Keeping women in the bondage of semi/despair is a real cash-cow (and calling it "empowerment," or whatever other fembot label...just fake:(    Women keep coming on back to buy the same old crap - hoping this pair of pants will look okay ... maybe even after five (count 'em :/ ) washings.  

And then, it's off to the pre$cription-pu$her for a refill.  But it all turns to the same-old, same-old, so the remedy is either what's on tv (ugh, more rubbish) or hey, let's go to the gambling house.