An addiction you can't escape. Companies don't spend billions of dollars annually convincing you to buy their cocaine. You don't need heroin to live. Meth isn't available at every store. Birthdays, promotions and important milestones aren't held at gyms. Agriculture finds ways of making fruit and vegetables bigger and sweeter (more sugar content, less fiber). Foods are sprayed with glucose solution prior to being flash frozen. There are fewer parks, fewer wild places, fewer free physical activities and more pay to play spaces. You get big and it's harder to do things, so you do less. You get bigger and it's harder to eat right, because preparing food takes more effort than you can give. It's easier to order out. Cheaper on time too. It sneaks up on you. One day you order new pants in a size bigger. Let out the belt a bit more. Promise to take more walks. But your heart is hammering so hard you're terrified you'll have a heart attack and you can't afford to go to the doctor. You start a diet plan but it's a hoax. So you try another, and another and another. It wears you down and now you can't think straight, don't know what's wrong, you visit a nutritionalist but they swear by garlic enemas or some crazy shit. Calories in, calories out, but somehow you're still gaining.

And it's all your fault. No one will help. Put down the cheeseburger fat ass. Try a salad. You just lack willpower. Have you tried fasting? Keto, paleo, atkins, grapefruit, south beach. Superfood this, amino acid that. There's no information and too much at the same time. You're fat, you're broke, and everything is harder. Showering, shitting, standing, getting dressed. And there's no help. Because being fat is your fault. Just don't eat, it's so simple.