Not only no but hell no. The essence of art, be it visual or written, is that it is a window into humanity. The emotions, thoughts, and experiences of the artist, distilled into a story or picture or animation. That's a beautiful thing, and it offends me that so many people think you can duplicate the humanity of art with an algorithm.

I haven't been to a theme park in years for precisely these reasons. Also, I overheat easily. If I'm going to walk around in the heat and eat concessions food, I'd rather go to the state or county fair. It's much cheaper and the food is better.

Awesome, thank you so much HomuraAkemi! I'm getting to the point where it's really hard to find pants in my size that fit well, aren't made of horrid polyester, and cost less than $150/pair. Universal Standard has great clothes, but unless you can find your size on sale, they're wicked expensive.

I would love to see your list! I’m a size bigger on the bottom than I am on top, and I have a short rise. The former makes it hard to find dresses and the latter makes it hard to find pants or shorts.

I love outgrowing clothes so much. Squeezing myself into clothes that are bursting at the seams is the hottest thing ever. Unfortunately, I just can't afford to replace my wardrobe right now, so I'm maintaining at my current weight. All the cheap clothes are made of horrid polyester and I have texture issues with that.

I'm making do with breaking out my old clothes once in a while to try and pour myself into them.

I was fascinated with fat and weight gain from a pretty young age. I would stuff pillows under my pajamas at night to make a fat belly, and I stuffed my dolls' clothes to give them fat bellies until I got caught. That was awkward. I'm not sure what, if any, media might have inspired this. Maybe some of the old Looney Tunes where Porky Pig gets super fat?

As far as real life inspiration goes, my grandma was always fat and I loved her hugs. Not just because grandma hugs are great (which they are), I loved the softness and the feeling of being enveloped.

Glad somebody likes the pudgy fingers! Mine definitely plumped up along with the rest of me.

Puberty and psych meds hit me HARD with the fat stick. Given that this was the 90s and heroin chic was the in thing, this kicked off years of yo-yo dieting. Which, of course, made me fatter in the long term. Eventually I discovered the old Dimensions forums and gained the confidence to stop dieting. I gradually got fatter and fatter just eating what I liked, until I was full.

These days I'm not making an effort to gain for financial reasons. Stuffing is something I save for special occasions, and I try to eat a balanced diet to stave off the family diabetes. My weight has settled at about 340 lbs, +/- 10. Some bodies just want to be fat.

Realizing that I just couldn't squeeze into a certain restaurant's booths anymore. It was actually painful. I had to ask the server for a table.

Hmm. Either when I first realized my belly was slapping my thighs when I went up stairs, or when I saw my reflection approaching a store with a glass front and realized I was waddling.