This one happened to my dad, but it’s too good not to share. He had food poisoning and was having a bout of diarrhea when he realized that he was going to throw up. He tried to lean forward to throw up into the bathtub and lost his balance and fell face first into the bathtub, and broke his nose. I went to check on him and found him unconscious, pantsless in a puddle of blood, vomit and diarrhea. I had to call an ambulance and the EMTs were even repulsed.
I am a similar build, and my mom made me feel *awful* about having visible belly under my clothes for years. I remember having a meltdown in a plus sized clothing store and grabbing a 6x shirt and putting it on as a dress and still not being able to hide it. Then, I decided I gave no fucks and wear the clothes I like, regardless. I mean, yeah, I’ll rock some spanks if something is especially bad, but I refuse to wear burlap sacks because someone told me my fat wasn’t cute.