Lately I think of things that are a minor inconvenience for us, yet an insurmountable obstacle to the fats 1 - I locked myself out of my house last summer. I had to climb my 6-ft fence to get to the back of my house, pry open my garage window and crawl through it.  2 - I ordered a closet shelf system. I had to drag it up my stairs and assemble it once I did. This involved a lot of bending, lifting and getting on a short ladder to hammer the top portions.  3 - My deck collapsed last week and in order for the assessors to see it I had to open my back gate. There was a frozen branch blocking it and it only opened about 8". I got through it, after walking over ice and deep snow which I imagine would be like a minefield for landwhales.  I think of even really young fats faced with these annoying situations. I guess they just sit, reeee and cry until someone comes to rescue them. All that to say I never really thought about the limitations of Life as a Fat. Damned pathetic, yet they screech about how happy and "body positive" they are, about how much they LOVE themselves. We know it's all lies.