Put on a Farce

I don't believe in suffering to achieve an end, but I don't think I was pleased with myself as a baby.  I think my parents, obviously, thought it would be cute to make me fat and not shaped like a human.  I also looked tickled in a funny way.  I would want a handle on that, but I don't want to be the one to succumb to putting on a farce.  It shouldn't be like what my life is.  So, as a baby, I completed things substantially by one point but probably earlier put on a farce.