Summer is over, the heat is finally starting to give way to cool air and the first rains, so it's time to fish out fall clothes from the closet. You are late for a party so you go to check on Luna, your girlfriend, and find her on the bed whimpering surrounded by her jeans.  "I didn't notice because in the summer I always walk around half naked and in maxi dresses... but I've gained so much weight that none of my old jeans fit me anymore. In three months I've gained so much weight... and it's all your fault! you've stuffed me full of food!!! Look what you've done... you know I'm fatphobic. I hate fat girls, I find them lazy and grotesque... and look at me now! I'm covered in sweat trying to squeeze into jeans that are too tight... I'm a disgusting beached whale!" With the promise of an afternoon of shopping for the right size clothes, you invite Luna to show you how her three pairs of old jeans fit. Despite her passive-aggressive comments toward you and her complaints about fatness, you can't take your eyes off her as she gets stuck in the too-tight fabric, covered in sweat, while exhausted she asks you for food. After all, her carbohydrate addiction can't be silenced now!