Let me ask you a question. In all the years you’ve undressed in front of a gentleman, has he asked you to leave? Has he ever walked out and left? No.. because he doesn’t care; He’s in the room with a naked girl. He’s won the lottery. I’m so tired of saying no and waking up in morning recalling every single thing I ate the day before, counting every calorie I consumed so I know just how much self loathing to take into the shower. I’m going for it. I have no interest in being obese, but I’m just through with the guilt.