I. Hate. Fatties. That. Lie. Don't sit there and tell a group of intelligent people who have enough self control to keep themselves in shape that you need foot surgery because you used to be an accomplished ballerina, and also that you bake up a whole kitchen full of fatass dessert garbage and then decide to trash it all because you "really can't stand sweets," when you're 400 FUCKING POUNDS.  One: you need foot surgery because your feet are carrying around the weight of three + people. Two: your entire bloodstream is sugar at this point you fucking idiot.  Three: YOUR brain is the one choked to death by fat, not ours. NO ONE believes you. I hate fat lying pieces of subhuman shit. Rant over. Edit: because someone asked this is a very very unfortunate roommate situation, and I'm hoping within a few months to be free of it.