Hey everyone here! This is the Cody Straymen that everyone has been talking about. Someone, not naming names, told me about it and I decided to read everything you have to say. I'm going to explain some things and want full transparency.
I admit I am a few chicken nuggets from being on my 600 Pound Life, a show I watched religiously on TV when it first came out. I've been struggling with my weight ever since I was young, coming from a family that always had bigger portions and were the type to rather me stay in then go outside to play since I lived in the ghetto. They had every right to be afraid their only child could of got shot or robbed, plus our apartment building was between two bars so I'd also have drinks to deal with. Sadly no, no backyard.
As I got into my early teens I was of course bullied, made fun of and was the punchline and punching bag, thanks to the great public school system of America. Being chubby caused this and because of the mental and physical attacks I admit I made the mistake of turning to food to cope. I was a forced shut in kid that didn't get to learn social skills.
In high school I got into a very good catholic one. Thanks to piss poor public school I had to take remedial courses to get up to speed but hey I thought I finally got away from the drama. it only got so much worse. I was literally the poor kid going into where entitled rich kids went to school at. Maybe they were right but they said I only got in because I was a person of color, who knows. So I had a lot of racial hate to deal with on top of the weight, so I leaned to food even more.
Around this time I was also coming to terms with my sexual orientation and damn it hit me pretty hard; I'm gay. I didn't and still to this day struggle with it, want to be gay. My father was a great man, a man's man. My mom was a spoiled brat. Anyway I felt I killed the family line with being gay, I felt like I was killing a great thing. Then at 16, he passed away from a massive heart attack.
The dog he bought us, to replace the one I had since I was 5 that past weeks before, woke me up. I turned to see him on the floor just gone. I called the cops, tried CPR and they weren't able to revive him. Then they coldly forced me to call my mom, she worked nights, to come home since I was a minor or they were going to take me since I couldn't be left alone. At 16 I had to tell my mom come home your husband, my dad is dead. After that we died too, me more since she blame me for his death in her sleep and I hear it trying to wake her up.
That's why I'm where I'm at now. That's why eating 40 nuggies is okay to me. It's my comfort food, my greasy security blanket. I know it's no right but its all I got.
Now regarding my fursuit. I agree a creator should have the right to say no. What was wrong with it was how unprofessional she was about it. She could of said that the extra work and labor would not be worth it. Instead she out right said she doesn't work with fat people and suggested I lose weight. That right there was what was wrong, both unprofessional and disrespectful. Like you said about making a bad suit hurt business so can poor communication with potential clients.
When I posted my story I only wanted to help validate the claims on the company. I didn't know that someone compiled that stuff otherwise I would of gave them my information too.
In closing I have no hard feelings about anything posted here and I found some of the stuff you posted rather funny. Sad to say it didn't impress me because th dr y were the most basic of jokes.
I wish you all have a good year!
By the way I've been able to finally wrestle with my depression and, since Covid hit, I've actually lost 21 pounds. I know that's nothing compared to my weight but I think very few of you can say you lost anything being so busy to bash folks you never met like a bunch of school kids.
Peace!
The nuggy eating manned wolf! <3
