I Hate To Do What

I Was Born Fat And Have Always Been, Which Was Just Fine And Even Healthy And Cute Until I Turned Ten Or So. Puberty Hit Like A Hurricane And Brought A New Set Of Rules. All Of A Sudden It Was My Fault I Was Chubby.

True Love Is About Being Able To Accept Raw Emotions, No Matter How Difficult.

My Mother Told Me Homer Ditto Was Not My Father. Nope. Mom Had Had A Fling With Some Other Guy Who Was My Dad. Some Dude Who Didn't Stick Around Too Long Who Mom Was Happy To Get Rid Of. She Chose Homer, And Homer Chose Me, So He Lent Me His Name Even Though I Didn't Have His Blood.

It's Funny How Something So Normal And Mundane That You See Every Day-your Body-can Be Controversial. The Shock Value Is Intense. It's Like Carrying An Art Piece Around With You All The Time.

You Know, Either I'm Too Fat Or I'm Flavour Of The Month. I Don't Feel Either, But Maybe I'm Both, Who Knows?