And all the fatties loooove to make smug remarks about their udders and how "magnificent" they are (one seriously said this to me once) while smirking at we slim tiny-breast women. "Real women have curves!" Go fuck yourself. Real women can walk more than fifty feet without getting winded, and real women don't always smell of Cheetos and sweaty vagina. (I once had a friend who was an obeast. The last time we hung out together she went off on a rant to my husband and I about some study that had been done that found most women are actually fairly straight up-and-down rather than curvy, that is, we're not 36-22-36, but more like 36-26-34, or whatever. Obeast was furious about this and how it was completely false, because "Real women look like [her]! We have big boobs and buts and curves! How dare they claim real women aren't curvy! Real women aren't built like little boys!" And I literally just sort of sat there staring at her; she was so self-centered that it didn't even occur to her that she was telling me to my face that I didn't have a woman's body and was not a real woman, and that she was saying it knowing full well about my own insecurities about not being busty and how much that had hurt and bothered me when I was younger. That was sort of the final straw for me; we didn't talk much after that. My husband was disgusted by the whole thing--he'd wanted to say something as she ranted but figured it wasn't worth arguing with her over it, and I agreed.) Oh, and as far as this bitch goes--no plastic surgery, my ass. That butt of hers doesn't move. It's probably made entirely of injected back-alley tile grout.