What is it about having a fat day that makes you want to swear off sugar and eat a tub of ice cream all at one time?
What is it about fat days that makes you want to throw your clothes out the window and cover your body in layers making it even larger?
What is it about fat days that makes you create Pinterest boards with pictures of abs or chiseled thighs and biceps?
Why on fat days does it feel as if you run into every Victoria Secret model living in your neighborhood at the grocery store, Target, the library and even at school drop off?
What is it about fat days that makes you wonder how the skinny people of the world eat all the garbage they want and never gain an ounce?
What is it about fat days that make you look in the mirror 100 times more than you did on your wedding day?
What is it about fat days that makes you question everything from what you put in your mouth at breakfast to what you wear to go grab the mail?
Why do fat days even exist? What hater of the human race devised such a feeling?
Shove it up your fat ass, fat days.
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