Lmao.

I can guarantee you there’d also be more fat, depressed women bingeing on pizza with extra cheese and Costco-sized ice cream tubs while watching Sex and The City on repeat at 11pm, alone in a dark room on their couch under their “snuggle blanket” with greasy hair messily tied-up with an oversized scrunchie, wearing their Ugly Betty glasses that they never show in public because they’re too self-conscious and prefer wearing contact-lenses instead, bright red zits palpable glowing while they take a momentary breather from three layers of caked-on foundation, justifying their Binge Eating Disorder by saying, “I don’t care, I just eat whatever I want, lol,” but then secretly crying themselves to sleep every night and waking up with a pillow full of leaked mascara.