"I repeat, is there anyone home???
Claustrophobia drag me down. Inside myself, there is so little space.
So I try to summon my others to find the way out... unfortunately they were all covered with a brown mass of semi-solidity."
Inside every fat girl there is a thin girl and a lot of chocolate. Mine is called Panu.
And Panu comes out as a vivacious redhead, with a temper to match her inclination to have sex on the kitchen table during dinner. With Matt Damon or Hugh Jackman. Unfortunately, the mirror tells her another story. The mirror never lies. It just points out that though she might have been all the rage in an Arabic Harem, they are not really in high fash now...
So Panu decided to be bisexual to accomodate all her needs.
Hey presto! Flocks of females flocked around her... she promised love to all.... and at the end of the day realized, she was becoming as sleazy as any man. By the way, she loved it.
Butt then, reality check was necessary. One day, a handu gandu prince drove in his white innova and decided to make the woman, in which Panu recided, his bride.
And then he decided (poor doctor that he was) to give Panu a lecture on Hamlet.
Well... needless to say, all the bull he doled out led Panu to disagree. The woman tried to stop her, but Panu could not stop speaking.....
And well, they did not live happily ever after. No one really does, actually. Trouble was, Panu was too outspoken for their taste.
And the beat went on, the search continued..... And Panu was glad she was alone.