They actually smell like shit: A life lesson. I come from a long line of shitlords. My mum aunts and their friends seem to have a sixth sense about weight gain and will gladly tell you to put down the fork if need be. I guess it's good though, my family also has a history of high cholesterol, high blood pressure, diabetes and whole lot of other fun stuff, so the shitlording has helped keep them all alive into old age. Fat, to them, has always been a sign of laziness and lack of self respect, and so growing up I never had fat friends, and I still don't really associate with anybody large, save for a few acquaintances. I also live in quite an expensive suburb full of divorcees and yoga-mums, so few fats in my eco-system. Yesterday the boyfriend and I went shopping- I had to buy a dress for a friend's upcoming wedding. There are sales on, so the (rather upmarket) shop I was in was quite busy. The, all of a sudden, I get a waft of what smells like a dirty diaper mixed with a pair of old gym socks. I thought somebody near me stepped in dog shit. I gagged. I turned around.  Behind me was a "smallfat", screaming loudly into her phone. It couldn't be her? I moved to another rack for some respite, found a dress I liked and went to try it on. But as I came out of the changeroom, I smelt it again and lo and behold, the beast reappeared. I gagged and left, without the dress, went home, and bought it online.  How do they not realise they smell?