You’re fat. Get off your fat ass and get some exercise.
Okay, I’d love to. Let’s get some workout clothes!
Oh, we don’t have your size. Fat people don’t exercise so there’s no market for it. Have some men’s sweatpants and a man’s t-shirt.
What about my boobs?
We don’t have sports bras for you either. There’s a few specialty shops, if you want to spend hundred of dollars on a bra you’re going to sweat all over.
I guess I’ll just double-bra. Now, I need a gym membership.
Oh. Okay. I guess.
*dirty looks at fat woman* *makes a big deal out of sanitizing anything fat woman touches* *complains to gym about having to look at fat people* *generally treats fat woman like shit*
I’m not comfortable here at all. Maybe I’ll just go for a walk.
Hey, fatty! Don’t crack the pavement!
*condescending* Oh, it’s so great that you’re trying to lose weight.
I’m not. I just want to get in better shape.
But you have to lose weight! You’re so unhealthy!
YET ANOTHER PASSER-BY:
Mooooo! Look at the cow!
Yeah. I don’t think I want to be out here anymore. Maybe I’ll just buy some home exercise equipment.
SPORTING GOODS STORE:
Sorry. The weight limit on our equipment is 30 kilos less than you weigh. You’ll have to lose some weight if you want to exercise at home. Have you tried a gym? Or maybe just go for a walk?
I’m out of ideas.
Haven’t you lost any weight yet? Fat people are so lazy.