I can definitely appreciate the “wheezing fat blob in an outgrown tank top stained with sweat and smears of food and crumbs” brand of slob, that shit is DEFINITELY hot, but hear me out: my favorite thing about slob is contrast. Bratty princesses and princes practically bursting out of their beautiful gowns and suits, belching endlessly and shamelessly in a way unbecoming of someone so regal. Going out dolled up in my best clothes, having clearly put effort into my appearance, obviously caring how I’m perceived, and yet shamelessly stuffing myself with greasy food until I’m a gassy mess bursting out of my clothes.
“Slob who doesn’t care how they’re perceived or about their appearance” def does it for me sometimes, but I’m the biggest fan of a refined, put-together, regal slob who clearly cares deeply about how people see them — they just don’t care about being seen as a gassy overstuffed mess…
Or they simply cannot help themself. Both, in my case. 🖤🐷




















