That Time I Triggered A Fat Bitch Without Trying Sometime around this past Christmas, when I was still on Facebook (and before my fatty hate burst into flame), a friend really wanted me to knit her a pair of leg warmers. I occasionally took on commissions from people, everything from a gorgeous knit wedding shawl to a crocheted afghan for a friend's mom. This particular lady, I had never met, but could tell from her pics she was a bit hefty. So after receiving a detailed, enthusiastic description of her "thick, shit kicking calves", I rolled my eyes and told her I'd need two things: a deposit up front, and her measurements. I had Facebook for another two months, and I never heard anything from her about them again.