Fatventures at the Gardener's Market. I decided to venture out to the local gardener's market today, looking for a particular jewelry seller that I really like and have seen there in the past. Boy, today was a bad day to do it. It seemed as though every single fatty was out today, too. And my god, they were FAT. What is it about summer that brings the fats out in droves, I don't remember seeing this many in winter. Summer should be the season of eyecandy! I saw several lumbering through the parking lot toward the food trucks, exposed cottage cheese legs in shorts jiggling and glowing pale in the morning sun. This one was crouching down beside one of those two-kid strollers, and I could see her spilling out from either end of it, she was THAT wide. There was also a lot of food there, and every single truck and stall I passed was lined up with fats waiting for their genetiks fix. One was a large 3-sided stall that sells mini cheese cakes, tarts, cupcakes, stuff like that, and all of it's available retail space was packed with fatties. If I hear the word "yummy" one more time I'mma choke a bitch. The famous sugar-laden lemonade stand was easily one of the busiest food stalls, and the very thought of it made my teeth hurt. And not a single one I saw was carrying any sort of vegetable, or fruit, or other locally grown actually healthy food. Not that I'm shocked, of course.  They also like the block the walkways and aisles, seemingly intentionally. They won't step to the side to talk, or even take another 3 steps into the large open central sitting area off the walking paths, they'll park their gigantic asses right in the middle of the walkway to divide up their mini cakes, dig their hooves into bags of kettle corn, talk on their phones, just in general be in the way. Or they won't step away at all and just block an entire stall so no one else can shop. This peeves me when normal people do it, but when they're fat it just pisses me off further. They're already taking up too much space, now they wanna try to take up MY space, too? Fuck you. I shouldered through three fats who wanted to walk all abreast down the walkway. I refuse to make myself smaller or move out of my socially-given space to accommodate fatasses who occupy way too much space, more than they deserve.  I didn't end up finding the jewelry seller, but few things give me more satisfaction than triggering fatties through just my existence. It's already hot out, so I took off my sweater and walked around in my tank top and leggings. The looks, you guys. The stares and side-eyes and stank-faces from all the fatties, they give me power. I must have upset some no neck fe-ham with my thigh gap and pronounced collar bones because as she walked past me I heard her snort and say "Stick" as she eyeballed me up and down. They are not subtle in their insults, are they? I did take a moment to sample some local cheese, feta is my favorite, and a fat woman actually bumped me out of the way as she rushed over to get her monstrous ass some. She hit me with what I think was her hip, actually knocked me off balance a bit and said to her equally gigantic fellow goddesses "Oh, I TOTALLY need some of this right now! Tee hee! You guys HAVE to have some!" She then loaded up her entire tooth pick with the tiny sample blocks, and I watched her wrap her lips around the stick, pull all the cubes off at once, then go back for more. She double dipped. I gave the seller a look of shock and horror and said "Save some for everyone else", and moved on, unable to watch the disgusting spectacle. If she said anything in response, I didn't hear it or it was too muffled by her mouth stuffed with cheese to be understandable. She might not have even heard me through her fat-clogged ears and the noise of masticating full mouthfuls of cheese in her head.  Bring back fall, when all these fatasses somehow disappear again and I can move about my day relatively unassaulted by their hideousness.