We Are So Fat

It's not a "before" picture. My love for beer, barbecue and burritos means there won't be an improved "after" photo. This is what I am. I'd be a hypocrite, however, if I commented on Kansas City's ungainly girth without exposing my plus-sized status. While in Waterloo Station last month I was so shocked to see a big man that I snapped his photo through a train window. It's an uncommon sight even though much of the British population frequents pubs nightly. Here in America, I can just look in a mirror or step outside to see fat folks.