Living in Los Angeles, I’m often aware of my weight. Shape. Frame. I am also aware of everyone else’s weight. And what everyone else thinks of that weight. I am aware of the weight of all of this weight.
Even if I did eat a bucket of pancake-flavored ice cream for breakfast, burrito ice cream for lunch, and salisbury steak ice cream for dinner (OMPH GROMPH GROMPH), I still shouldn't have to justify my existence to the world.