For the last year, Sarah has really let herself blow up. Barely leaving house, she's done nothing but sit around and snack all day. Even now, she sits at the table and absent-mindedly consumes a mountainous stack of cookies. By far her largest asset was her monstrous behind, it engulfed both of her chairs and spilled out of her sweat pants. She had split many pants before and her hips were twice the width of the table itself. Yet she continued to stuff her face without a care.