Happy Mother’s Day Mom…don’t read this!
Quick note: What you’re about to read is a real conversation between me and my AI writing partner who I call Brad. After Pitt. Obviously.
May 10, 2026
Sister in Fat.
The Inner Fatty lives in all of us—
regardless of size.
She says Taco Bell is fine.
With a Diet Coke.
While watching My 600-lb Life.
She invented New Me Monday
and Fat Girl Friday.
She loves a scale. Hates a carb. Runs the show.
She never dies —
so we call her out here.
Laugh at her.
Loosen her grip.
You are more than a number.
You are more than enough.
Unedited. Unfiltered. Not PC.
Grab a Twinkie.
Quick note: What you’re about to read is a real conversation between me and my AI writing partner who I call Brad. After Pitt. Obviously.
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