When I treat myself to cake, we have these delightful 2"x2" slices of really nice decadent cake (aka not shitty overly sugary frosting on boxed cake mix cake) and I'll have one with a black coffee.  The last time I did this I was sitting in the little seating area of our office just savoring the goddamn fuck out of it and my fat as shit manager had been staring at me the whole time.  I hadn't realized she'd been looking because I'd been just having the time of my life alternating rich chocolatey bites of cake with sips of hot coffee and just completely lost in memories of going to the Symphony Orchestra downtown with my dad when I was a kid and having that same decadent treat with him.  She just said "wow you look like you were enjoying that" and I got super self-conscious and just kinda nodded while scrolling on my phone a bit. Fat people don't actually love food because they don't differentiate a treat with a daily fucking ration.  Cake loses its significance when it makes up so much of your day, and becomes something you expect rather than the exception.