The obese woman's plaid lingerie shows as she rummages through RV trash in a dingy mess

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The RV was a mess. Garbage and fast food wrappers littered the floor, and an air of stale grease hung heavy in the air. The 39-year-old woman, with her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun and tanned skin that seemed to sag under her weight, slumped on the couch.

She was a big girl - a BBW with curves for days. Her medium length blonde hair framed a square-shaped face, and puffy cheeks gave her an almost cherubic appearance. But it wasn't cute; it was sad. Green eyes looked out from beneath thick layers of blue eyeshadow, which seemed to be smudged in all the wrong places.

She wore purple lingerie - or at least, what used to be lingerie. The cotton fabric had been stretched to its limits by her enormous breasts, and the lacey plaid bra she wore under it was starting to show signs of strain. The orange skirt that flared out from her hips was also a bit too small for comfort.

Her skin looked parched and dry in places, and her makeup seemed to be caked on - especially the red rouge on her cheeks. It gave her an unhealthy flush that made her look like she'd been crying all night.

And she probably had.

She let out a deep sigh as she surveyed the state of her RV home. Food crumbs and sauce stuck to her purple lingerie, and there were grease stains on her orange skirt. A crumb dropped from her chin onto her lap, where it landed alongside a used napkin and an empty fast food container.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, scrunching up the napkin into a ball and tossing it aside.

The woman was a mess - but not in the way that people usually meant when they said someone was a mess. She wasn't sloppy or disorganized; she just... existed.

Her name was Karen, and she'd been living in this RV for a few months now after her husband had left her for his younger secretary. It hadn't been easy - especially not considering how much weight she'd gained over the years. But she'd always been big; it wasn't like it had happened suddenly or anything.

Still, she was hungry. Starving, really. And she knew that if she just ate a little bit more... well, maybe things wouldn't seem so bleak all of a sudden.

Karen sighed again and picked up the fast food container, peeling back the lid to reveal a half-eaten meal from last night's dinner. A fry slid out onto her lap as she devoured it greedily, crumbs spilling everywhere.

The RV creaked and groaned around her - an old vehicle that seemed to sag under its own weight, just like Karen did.

But at least in here, with the greasy food and the squalor... well, for a little while, anyway... she could forget about everything else.

Karen settled back into the couch, letting out another sigh as she reached for the TV remote. Maybe if she just watched some more shows, or played some video games... maybe then things wouldn't seem so bad.

But they did. They always would.

And that's when Karen realized - with a start of horror - that she was crying again.

It seemed like all she ever did anymore was cry.

The woman let out another deep sigh as the tears streamed down her face, mingling with the grease and the food crumbs on her lap.

She had nowhere to go. No one to turn to.

But in this RV... well, at least here... Karen could be alone with her thoughts.

And maybe - just maybe - that was enough for now.