A substantial issue?

I look into the mirror. A small sphere, set atop a much larger sphere, looks back at me. I may not exactly be as broad as I am tall - yet - but I have certainly made substantial progress towards that goal.



"Tubby or not tubby, that is the question", I say to myself.



This happens once every year with me. No, it is NOT love (nor is it Dove, by the way). I know that the Bard may have said, "