The Fat Face of Tragedy

Recently while I was tapping away on the computer my small daughter came and tugged on my sleeve.
"Mama?"
"Mmm?"
"Mama I've been thinking about something for a while and I'm very, very sad."
"What's wrong sweetie?"
"I've been looking at my face in the mirror and it's really, really faaaaaat!"
The last word was a wail of despair.  Charlotte's never been remotely concerned about her weight or appearance before but she was clearly distraught and needed my full attention.  I turned to look fully at her and immediately started to laugh.

"It's not funny!" she shrieked, "It's a tragedy!"
"Honey," I soothed, "Honey Mama's laughing because you're looking at yourself in Mama's beauty mirror.  It's meant to make your face bigger.  Try this..."
And I flipped it over to the normal side.
She stared in disbelief for a moment and then her breath came out in a ha!
"Phew," she breathed, "It's still only a little bit fat.  That's okay!"

Do I look fat to you?