Look at the state of women we have to contend with, 4 out of 5 are certified fatties to morbidly obese.This is the ratio we have to contend with when out and about in town, I don't bother going out anymore for this, I just smoke a cigar somewhere quiet and re-cycle my whatsapp contacts.
Behind that smiling face, you can tell there is deep hurt. I bet she is talking to her friends, laughing and smiling, and saying, "Yeah, I really don't care that he broke up with me. His loss." But she can only hold up this facade for so long. She can only hold back the tears for so long. She can only be strong for so long, pretending not to care. At night, when she is alone and all is quiet, and she looks out her window at the black starry night, she looks down and realizes that she is clutching a stuffed teddy bear in her hands, and not her ex-fiance, the flood gates of tears and hurt will be open like a flood gate. Now she is "naked" for the world to see. She can no longer hide her pain and desperation.
