Two women were in the trunk of a car and got out. First the tall one, regular built, not skinny at all, and then the second one. At this time the car jumps up from relief of the weight - and this is disgusting. If anyone looks with even just casual attention it is obvious this is disgusting: that a living ball of fat, simply by stepping out of a car reveals her transgression. The beauty of things is in the details: How one can through subtlety rather than force align events toward his favorable path. This is of course in contrast to a being whose mere existence is an affront to subtlety. Not only are you flawed, but everything you do draws attention to your flaw.
I contend that fat women should be passively ridiculed. After all, regardless of their ignorance of it or not, they only need to get one thing right, one thing, and they're blowing it, and suffer for it in a more complex way than they realize by those who are rightfully so displeased with her looks who will ignore or demean her. These will be the bad people in her mind. And her friends, because they are her friends, will not put her down and seemingly look past this fact, as pointing it out would be, paradoxically, the friendliest thing a friend could do while also a probable relationship dealbreaker.
What I'm getting at is: don't hide your disgust or indifference towards her monstrosity. If her friends won't help, maybe if enough of the others do she will develop a complex and try to fix the problem by herself, and as that is likely all of her problem, she will surely be happy to be the woman without it.
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