In my environment they are thick. I am not one. I have fat friends (laughter). And I'm sure the main problem with some of the grubs in my environment is that same. No, no, not to be thick. Let me be your friend. I and not fat anymore. Those of us who don't know how to be quiet. And we talk to them about IT, and what we tell them almost always asks for something from them. If it's not a diet, the strength to cope with ignorance or hear the list of complexes we've had. We are all fat (again some laughter). Our intention is good, it is good because passing the anguish fast is always good, that is, our intention is there.

“The need to politicize consistency” highlighted in the day against Lodiphobia. And it came as a surprise to me when I read about the relationship between obesity rates and class. Everything we reject seems to be related to class. It's pretty proven, it's worth remembering, but does it make us quite comfortable, right? And in this case it's also pretty clear that the class doesn't show all the rejection. Gordophobia also slipped to the glamour of the Goya Awards, about a woman who came out beautiful from her house, naked on the carpet, ridiculous. Introduce into the plane of official cameras the possible abyss.

The women were the ones seen in the pictures of the anti-thick march. The 8th of March comes, it's loaded with small revolutions. And some of them, not coarse, ask us to listen. Just to be better friends. And if you don't want to hear it, at least calm it down.