What does a FUPA mean to me?

Ladies and Gents, lovers of the FUPA, this latest entry comes to us from one of our founding FUPA hunters, enjoy!

What is FUPA mean to me?

Ahhh…the FUPA….that glorious hump that rises from the depths of a fat person’s polyester pants. For my purpose, let’s stick strictly with the Female FUPA which I have studied for years. Let’s go back to my developmental years and where my true love for FUPAs was formed….. At a very young age my fixation was forming….. I distinctly remember a very special afternoon in the local food court back in the early 90’s. I remember calling out as one of these oddities walked by. ….”mommy, is that a vagina?” I asked. “Mommy, why is her stomach so low on her body?” “ why is it that she’s so fat, yet her fat is primarily stuck to her midsection?” (ok, maybe I didn’t say that, but this was 20 years ago…work with me here!) I was lost and confused, and couldn’t quite wrap my tiny little head around such a large piece of useless lard which seemed as if it had made a wrong turn on the body. It took some time to really understand what it was that I was looking at and how I was managing to keep from being sick while focusing on such a dastardly concoction. The good news is that I have finally come to terms with this mysterious piece of frontal cushion which not only houses the female reproductive organs and increases the shock resistance of said organs, but also profoundly moves as if independent from the rest of the body. My FUPA journey is just beginning and I couldn’t be more thrilled then if I had one myself. MY NAME IS SUPA –FUPA AND I’M ADICTED TO FUPAS! Who will join me in my love for Fat Upper Pubic Areas?????

Sincerely,
SUPA-FUPA