All You Can Eat

I went to the All-You-Can-Eat Buffet; I like to go there as much as I can. The food is so good, I can't stay away. I eat what I like; that's always my plan. I noticed the last time that everyone there seemed to be overweight. Yes, it was true. And then I felt a slight twinge of despair. Was I one of them? Could I be fat, too? I checked out my body, a long, hard look. My arms are flabby; my belly is round. I'm not the skinniest page in the book, and yes, my shadow makes dents in the ground. I looked around again, and I could see that all of those fat guys were just like me.