Darling Dear or Chubby Bunny

The inevitable college weight gain is BREATHING DOWN MY NECK! I can't really say that I've gained any weight... last time I checked it wasn't very much... but as these last weeks of the semester have been winding down I can't help but notice the puffiness in my cheeks when I'm doing my hair in the morning. Maybe it's because I've consumed countless ropes of blue-raspberry Laffy Taffy, a blue-raspberry snow cone, and a blue-raspberry Jolly Rancher... (not to mention the tantalizing donuts screeching their siren calls to me at 7:30 every morning!)

And lately my friends can't quite get enough of my Chubby Bunny insults to myself (Just Kidding... I think they have indeed had enough of me complaining about turning into a Chubby Bunny).

I feel like:

Chubby Bunny

Chubby Bunny is so chubby, Chubby Bunny can't see Chubby Bunny's own feet!
Chubby Bunny is so chubby, Chubby Bunny's head is too big for Chubby Bunny's ears!
Chubby Bunny is so chubby, Chubby Bunny ain't got no body!
Chubby Bunny so chubby, bunny chubby chubby bunny so chubby!

My friend's response to all my complains? "Don't worry about it, Dear."

WHOAH! Wait a sixty-second time frame... am I a Chubby Bunny... or am I a...

Dear

Dear? 

After a few moments of contemplation, I started to become a little confused... Chubby Bunny? or Dear? Which one am I? Both? That's not possible... but then before I could figure out this befuddling identity crisis, I'm told, "Get over it, Darling." (Maybe that's not exactly what she said to me, but my friend definitely called me a Darling...)

Now I'm biting my the inside of my cheek raw and sweating bullets down my scrunched up face trying to figure out what I am.

A) A Chubby Bunny

B) A Dear
or...

Darling

C) A Darling