Delusional fats at the mall Today I took my human niece shopping at the mall because she wanted to go to the VS sale, Pink to be exact so there are even fewer sizes for fats than normal VS. We're browsing the small sections and encounter three separate beasts.  My human niece has told me that she wants to gain weight to a size that would put her at 25 BMI because she's self-conscious of her size thanks to fats, so I made a point to point out every whale we passed. The first beast is already there when we arrive and it's talking to a human sales associate about how it can never find it's size, but it was at least looking at a size large. It isn't even the one looking for it's own clothing because, after a few minutes of banter, it tells the sales associate, "Well I'm gonna go, you're gonna stay here and keep looking? Well hopefully you find something.  I'll be back later." So god damn lazy that it has a sales associate doing the shopping for her while she goes to get second lunch.  When it leaves, the sales associate goes back to her job, as she should. The second beast waddled in from outside of the mall, had to have been 275+ pounds, one of those 'thicc' beasts that carry their weight in their gargantuan ass, and stands next to me going through a bin of small bras and panties, I gave it a look of disbelief and it immediately shifted over to the large section, and then gave up in defeat and waddled it's ass to the back of the store where it couldn't be seen by us anymore.   The third is also a 'thicc' beast with a gargantuan ass (we have a lot of those in my area) carrying one of those obnoxious long shopping bags, like the ones you get when you buy tall boots or something and repeatedly smacking everyone with it because it could hardly fit between the rack of shirts/pants and the table of undies.  It, too, calls over the same poor sales associate to the small section to ask her opinion on a couple of shirts.  The sales associate picks up a shirt that it pointed at and holds it out, and the beast gives it a look of disapproval and goes, "Yeah, I don't know... that looks a little BIG for me... the clothes here sure run big!"  Loud enough for me and my human niece to hear, as if it would earn our approval. Who are you fooling?!  I wish I would've snapped pictures, but it was bonding time.  Why are femayo's so delusional about what size they wear?  Why do they insist on forcing themselves into smediums when they need to be at Lane Bryant? Why do they feel the need to prove that they 'fit' to humans when they don't fit?  Fats ruin everything, including shopping trips with my niece.