At 27 years old, I'm not as fat as I might think I am. Over the last few years, I've heard time and time again that I'm losing weight. I usually remain unconvinced of this when I look down as see this spherical bulge eminating from my person.
I never call myself fat, though. That would be a relatively defeatist way of going about it. I very much prefer to call myself "Hobbity". However, at 5'8, 5'9, depending on what convenience store I'm leaving, I'm pretty tall for a halfling.
I don't let my weight become a fixture of my day, and I really try to not take crap from people about it either. My sister and mother are probably the worst. Yeah yeah, I know they're family and mean well, but unlike them, I haven't mastered the fine art of sucking up nutrients from the air, so you'll excuse a guy for wanting to eat. My mother is also notorious for putting work in priority to her health, so as much as I love the woman to death, I take her advice with a grain of salt.
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