Bebe Rexha may be a fat fuck pop star in her 30s, which is a little old to be a pop star and you may not think of her fat, but it’s “hollywood fat” and I may not like “Hollywood Obesity” which is not obesity you see in walmart, but a scaled down version of obesity that fits on stage, in costume, on camera, but it is still fat.
I guess the world doesn’t need more Lizzo/Precious/Gilbert Grape Moms normalized or celebrated, we’re going into food shortage times and clearly, as they push eating bugs on us, they can’t have us wanting to live fat pig lives, it’ll just keep us all hungry.
That’s not to say that Kosovo refugee number 3 isn’t worth looking at in her wrestling outfit, it’s a trend you’ll see on girls if you leave your house this weekend, so let the tight, form fitting, tit exploding, pussy hugging, not nearly as gay as when you used to jerk off to High School Wrestling, inspire, because I can assure you, her shitty pop music won’t.