(1)-Have you ever covered your eyes when a group of ginormous women approached you?

(2)-Have your eyes ever glazed over at the sight of those rolls of fat jiggling about like Jell-O?

(3)-Have you ever yelped at the sight of cottage cheese thighs?

(4)-Have you ever shrieked at the sight of a plus-size woman who's bent over at the waist... with her mountainous gletus maximus clogging the shopping lane?

(5)-Have you ever gulped at the sight of a nude, plus-size woman?

(6)-Have you ever felt lke running home and taking a 3-hour shower after having a big ol' gal deliberately rub her massive frame against you, as she walked to her theatre seat?


CACOMORPHOBIA: is the fear of fat people, but I think my phobia is strictly limited to HUGE women.

I've experienced all six cases of the scenarios listed above; but what happened that fateful night in Wal-Mart raised my fear to astronomical heights.

When my senses were assaulted I thought, "Is Peter Jackson filming another movie? Is the National Organization for Women recruiting new members?" No! It was just a regular, ordinary night.

Still, I can't get those images out of my head: all of those repulsive bodies rummaging and slinging their rotundness around like it was... 50% off night at Burger King; the funk of 40,000 years; the pinching and grabbing; my constant groaning! It was a night that will haunt for the rest of my life.

My goodness! This phobia.... is now my curse!

hey trencher theres a barmans job going at hugh hefners mansion i think youd be perfect for it

I feel you, brother . . . I feel you.

you people are mean, I mean I don't know much about being fat, but every girl in the history of the world thinks she's fat and you morons sit here insulting them like they're lower than dirt you people could be a little more compassionate!

Trencher there is help available out there.

Go seek it. 8)