I like being fat/obese. Weighing 330lbs at 6’0″ is deeply satisfying and comforting to me for the following reasons:

> I don’t get lied to by roasties

> I don’t get STDs from roasties who lied to me

> I can ignore the brutal, meaningless selfishness of the real world and pretend I live in a society that still is white, values science/engineering, and has an institution of marriage

> I don’t hurt/cuckold ugly people as I go about my day

> I don’t have sex with women instead of doing useful career-advancing work

> I don’t have to point out my boomer parents’ idiocy and immorality in voting to legalize the lies of the 1960s

> I don’t have to tell my mom she’s living in a fantasyland and I hate that she set me up to get lied to for years

> I don’t have to tell my dad he’s a brainlet and a failure with women who married a rape victim

> I don’t have to cuck the financebros as revenge for them playing me for a beta

> I don’t have to abandon and take a big shit on the Von Braun dream of Mars colonies by stopping doing beta cuck work and transferring all my skills and time to smashing roastie hymen

> I don’t have to search for an actual virgin to have children with and experience the full horror of the (((sexual revolution)))

> I don’t have to tell my parents that if they wanted me to not bring multiple women to Christmas dinne

> I don’t have to tell my parents they’re poor NPC losers with no power, influence, or importance

> I don’t have to tell my mother that I don’t need her, and I don’t have to tell my father I don’t respect him

> I don’t have to tell my uncles that they are literal cuckolds

> I don’t have to have selfish boundaries where I take what I want and other people get hurt and lose

> I don’t have to give up on the belief that successful people were wrong to hurt me

> I don’t have to give up on my belief in a loving God and a safe world that cares about me

> I don’t have to give up on human progress and unity

> I don’t have to fight my fellow man