That's right, fuck ethnicities and nationalities. My alignment lays onto my brothers of fatness.

Only they understand the struggle and hustle of living day-to-day as a fattie. The rejection, the shunning, that grimacing look on their faces when it's your turn to line in order.

Ever since becoming fat, I've never felt such a sense of brotherhood with other men. Every fat man is my brother and I would die for them.

Fat chads rise up