One of life's mysteries

Ok, let me try to be as short and succinct as possible.
It is the conundrum of why some fat people insist on dressing so skimpily.
I saw a living tofu on the train today; she was fat, fair, jiggly, wobbly and chunky.
And she was wearing a spag top and short shorts.
Like please okay. Today is Friday. I don't know why she wouldn't want to give all of us a break.
MY EYES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
And if you want to bare so much skin and wear black, don't think we are none the wiser.
It can't ever be a coincidence that black is your favourite colour.
You want to show, and yet you want to conceal.
How stupid can one get?!
And you would think that with a body size like that her brain might at least be a little bigger right.
Yucks.
And with the end of this entry, I command myself to recover from this trauma.
I wish all of you much more pleasant journeys on the MRT.