I was at a gig tonight AND omg so many fatties. We got there really early and there was a group of previously women creatures in just shirts you think I'm kidding. Rowdy and drunk at 2pm. Let me paint you a picture... these behemoths were wearing band shirts with no pants that went down to the end of what used to be their ass. So when they bent over you saw London and France you get me.  Their bra's were on full view and like 7 sizes too small. I wish I was joking. All they talked about was who they've fucked and how hot they are while caked in bad make up and looking like packaged sausages from the corner shop. Now this story isn't actually about them it's about my shitlord best mate of 2/3rds of my life. Me and her excused ourselves to the bathroom in an attempt to lose them inside and we had the best conversation.  Me: my God they are disgusting.  Her: if we hide in a stall they won't know it's us because they won't realise two can fit in one.  Me: we could run out the other way and hide in a crack in the crowd. Her: (referencing something they'd said before) I can't believe they said you have no tits (I'm a 34F) Me: I can't believe she claimed to be a 34 and there's no way cake face is a 36. Her: fat tits don't count anyway. Yours are the best (she's hella gay so I'm flattered) Me: Awhh you make me blush! Now let's go I do not want that pressing against me during any of this! Shitlady friends for life. We always fat shame no matter where we go. We also go all over the country so constant fat shaming on tour!