The catwalk creaks under my immense weight, my belly pushing against the floor as I lumber forward and my hips sway with each step. After catching my breath, I attempt to strike a pose by putting my pudgy hands against my meaty hips. Nonetheless, the crowd cheers as I struggle to turn around, my flabby arms held outwards for balance as I narrowly avoid stumbling off of the catwalk and begin to waddle back to my dressing room. All this walking is so exhausting, I'm starving. It's not easy being the world's fattest supermodel...