That’s when a woman, older than me with long salt and pepper hair, started to speak to me. She hesitated, but looked directly at me as though I had done something wrong. I immediately searched my brain to figure out what I’d done. I saw she was holding greeting cards, so I figured she was the same woman I’d just stood next to when I selected my husband’s card. Maybe I’d accidentally taken her cart by mistake?
In order to give our readers some idea of what fat people actually eat, ten self-identified fat people agreed to lay out what they eat on a typical day.
