Lol.
One of the few benefits of getting older is that you, or at least I, do not give a damn about how other people think I look. I mean I don’t wear white socks with sandals and I am not obese, but I learned, long ago, that real beauty is in a person’s brain and in his/her actions. Blubber is, admittedly unpleasant to see openly displayed, but it’s their blubber. I think one has a right to be fat, skinny, whatever.
But, I ain’t no saint: I still care very deeply about how babes look, and I do look; but I think I can’t help that. In fact, I know I can’t help it.