These motherfrickin seats are sick of these motherfrickin fats on this plane.

Her bottom half is twice as fat as the rest of her.

It's the entitled, incensed look on her face, like she's been delivered a cosmic injustice that must be immediately corrected with ample recompense instead of being a disgusting glutton, a modern day freak show, with such pathetic will power that she can't help herself from mutilating her body by stuffing her ravenous mouth with enough calories to feed an African village. The tilted posture of her chubby fingers, the Karen glasses, the shittily dyed neon "notice me" hair which is contradictory to a body you should want people to avert their eyes from, her torso sized thights, frick I'm getting too mad at this Jabba the Hutt b-word to continue.

If looking at someone's body makes you so angry, maybe you should take a long hard look at yourself and figure out why you're so unhappy. No one deserves to be judged and shamed for their appearance, so why don't you just put your big boy pants on and stop being such a judgmental little shit.