Nelly Furtado is a story many Portuguese men can probably relate to.
There was a time when the high fish diet didn’t make those little custard pies those Portuguese eat seem like they could leave a dent in the bitch….but then 30 hits and every bite of their delicious Portuguese bread, sip of their wine, taste of their chicken leaves a damaging and painful mark….
It’s like French Canadian women when they turn 25 and look 65 after the hard years of stripping, smoking and sucking the cock…only more European, despite being the asshole of Europe.
Nelly as she likes to be called, decided to write a fucking novel celebrating her obesity like these other woke, liberal freakish people who don’t understand the concept of diet and exercise…
She’s rich, why not eat all the good foods…..
So thinking she’ll get the support of the other fatties of the internet, she’s postured herself as being brave, which in a lot of ways she is brave, but not quite as brave as the bikini trying to hold itself together….the real hero.
I am a firm believer in bikinis being a weight class and age class discriminator.
I don’t think the fact they exist means you should use them….but I am also a fat shaming asshole who expects more effort out of public figures….and I don’t mean when trying to bend over and slip that shit up over her giant gunt…all out of breath and flushed because of the obesity…..I mean effort in not being obese. Lazy fucks…