Looka

Hello, stick-skinny grown woman at my workplace who keeps complaining that she's getting fat and ugly because her stomach is slightly convex. How do you expect me to respond to you pulling your shirt up to expose your stomach at work when you know if my actually somewhat-chubby self were to do that, you would be visibly disgusted? Do you want me to play the role of the jealous fat friend? Do you want me to agree with your catty comments about customers that aren't 'dressing for their weight' or are buying junk food at the Junk Food Store? At what point am I free to forgo the pity I have for your apparent dysmorphia and point out that whatever is causing it is also making you an asshole?