My blood type / is gravy
A Fat Girl post.
You open the fridge for the fourth time in ten minutes. Nothing new has appeared since the last visit. You check the cheese again anyway, in case it has changed its mind. The supermarket's healthy aisle and you have an understanding. You walk through it slowly, nod at the kale with respect, and leave with a family bag of crisps "for the house". There is one person in the house. Someone brings doughnuts in for their birthday. You announce you're being good this week. By 4 in the afternoon you're cutting the last one into quarters, on the basis that quarters don't count. Your fitness app congratulates you on 4,000 steps. You reward yourself with a pastry from the bakery, which is 600 steps away. The app has not been told about the pastry, and it never will be. **Why it caught on:** a stranger's smiling photo, whose story nobody knows, was put on a colour wheel for weight jokes; the posts that lasted were the food ones, because everybody is on a seafood diet: they see food and they eat it.