Make me too fat to stand up on my own, too fat to walk without waddling, too fat to fit through the average doorway
Just spent a week's vacation in a rented place. Lovely house, but the upstairs bathroom was tiny. Heightwise was fine for me, but the sink was right at the door, so I had to squeeze in sideways. I always forgot in the morning, and ended up caught more than once

*me standing watching my friends ride a space chair-thingy*
RandomDude: Scared of heights?
Me: Huh?
RandomDude: Even kids are riding it, I'm sure you'd manage.
Me: I'm too fat, not scared of heights. *points to the 220lbs-maximum sign*
RandomDude: *stares indiscretely at my belly before slinking off*
RandomDude: Scared of heights?
Me: Huh?
RandomDude: Even kids are riding it, I'm sure you'd manage.
Me: I'm too fat, not scared of heights. *points to the 220lbs-maximum sign*
RandomDude: *stares indiscretely at my belly before slinking off*
I always sit in the backseat, because I'm hobbit-sized for people's convenience. But I also share their appetite, which means that even though I might sit comfortably in the back of a Toyota IQ, getting in and out is more of a problem. Especially when the front seat jams, and I get stuck trying to squeeze out X) #secretlylovingeverysecond