Well if I get run over by a car then I don't mind if I'm fat or thin so long as i'm wearing clean, matching underwear. That my biggest fear about dying. That and me dying in an unladylike position. Like with my legs spreadeagle and my skirt hoisted up around my waist. Especially if I'm wearing a bad choice of knickers!
Yup. That about sums it up for me. I don't care about having a Bridget Jones figure so long as I don't die whilst wearing those apple-catcher knickers she wore.
Champagne, Euripides said that nobody can be entirely sure that they will still be alive tomorrow. So just as a precaution, I wouldn�t wear any at all.
Mind you, it would be quite cool to be soooooo fat that when I die I have to be hoisted off the middle of the road with a whale crane. At least that way I could claim that I 'stop traffic'.
But then if you're that fat do you have to have your knickers made out of tents? Camouflage print is so pass�
I'm sorry, I thought you were implying that fat people would get ill and become unhappy because of it. Unlike thin people. Which is obviously completely wrong.