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YOU need to go on a diet.

Dragging your enormous, elephantine ankles off the scale, you stumble over to the sink and gaze at your reflection - and scream. Your chin is lost in great folds of flesh - your eyes are almost completely hidden, your belly is spilling FAR over your nightgown, and you can barely lift your arms from the amount of flab on them. But a more weighty problem ( pardon the pun ):

How can you go out when all your clothes are too small?

Written by an anonymous author (edited by wanderer)

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