A Fat Margi
A woman so big, her chin rolls could be used as pillows. She’s stuck in a love-hate game with her fatty kid who won’t stop talking about his abs.
She DM’d me: 'My son says he’s going to be a bodybuilder. I’m going to be his trainer.'
At the grocery store, she and her son both grabbed the same bag of chips. They looked like a double-baked potato.
Her neighbor said she’s like a pizza that’s been left out in the sun. Still hot, still messy.