Fats ruin our weekend I hung out with some old school friends last weekend. It was great fun with my shitlady friends. We'd get hit on, try on each other's clothes, dance the night away, go for a jog with one of their dogs by the lake, go clothes shopping, we'd even point out all the disgusting fats and pull faces/laugh.  Until Big Bertha shows up. The rest of us have either slimmed down to a UK size 8/10 or have never been fat, except Bertha. Always been over a size 14/16 and is BIG. Guess who doesn't get hit on? Guess who can't fit in the photo booth to take silly pictures? Guess who struggles to fit in our friend's cars? Guess who hates walking around? Who hates clothes shopping because everything is in "skinny bitch" sizes? Ugh, she just wanted to sit around watching shitty films, gorging on shitty food and doing fuck all. She kept shitting on us for being on diets, how we don't need to lose anymore weight. Fuck off. My guess is she's 5'1" and is 17 stone (238lbs). On a night out we saw a swole guy. Proper fit, muscular guy. Wow. Bertha kept pointing to him saying to me "his arms are so veiny. He just looks really weird. I don't like guys like that. Isn't he weird?" Like, no. I tell her that he's really fucking hot actually. Then 30 minutes later she just wants to get takeaway and go home. Boring! I had to hug her when we all left and what WAS weird was feeling nothing but squishy, vile fat around her body. EW! She insisted her boyfriend hang out with us all the time. He says he's 32 but he looks 42, he's obviously fat, has 2 jobs but no money, can't drive, lives in a pigsty but he loves Bertha's "curves" so obviously he's the best thing ever because no one has ever really found Bertha attractive. Her skinny ex-bf even flirted with me right in front of her so they split up, ha! I doubt this guy can even read. Aside from always being jealous, grumpy or wanting to talk about her "curves/ass/big tits" I don't think she really did very much apart from moan. Oh so we're expected to taxi around your useless BF from the other side of town and back, you can't pay for yourself, he can't even afford the bus fare but somehow we have to include him in everything? This guy looks 40+ and we're all women in our mid-twenties. It looks weird as fuck and he's even been accused of being a paedophile in the past. No one wants to openly tell Bertha that no, her BF can't come because he's weird and stop being a miserable, lazy bitch. For me my breaking point was when we were getting ready for a night out and she said to me "you should grow a fringe, then it'll hide those red spots on your forehead" ......like excuse me? I didn't fucking ask for your opinion. If everyone wasn't trying to get along with her I would have said "you should lose 8 stone, then you'll look half-decent". She CRAMMED herself into a dress, wore a bra which she had to hide with a cardigan. Ugh, fat was spilling out everywhere! Of course she's spent loads of money on make-up and spent hours doing it. All I did was shower and throw on a dress. All the pictures we took she's either pulling some stupid face or she's looking grumpy at whoever is taking the picture. Way to try to ruin everyone's fun. If you want to get hit on, don't look like a bag of rotten custard about to explode. "I could never count calories" ...er, why? She never gives a reason. Maybe she'll get an eating disorder. Like gorging every 20 minutes isn't disordered eating!  I'm just going to crop her out of pictures if I can.