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- Jan 27, 2019
I wonder if Corissa cares at all that this has been so hard on J.
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My God, the level of denial in J's latest Patreon post is almost painful to read.
"I didn't realize that the loss of mobility, having not regularly used stairs for over a year while in "the panini" would actually create a physical change in my body. I lost the muscles around my knees and in my thighs and hips that one uses when they go up and down stairs." No. A year of staying home to avoid covid would explain why an Olympic athlete finds she's no longer in good enough shape to do Olympic-caliber stunts. But for a normal healthy 30-year-old, climbing stairs isn't a use it or lose it ability. Plenty of people much older than that spent covid year in single-story homes and then had no difficulty handling the stairs to return to their second-story workplaces.
"I found myself grumpy and with a resentful victim-like attitude that was hindering me from showing up for myself and for my people." Your attitude probably wasn't helping, but what's actually hindering you from showing up for yourself is your refusal to consider eating in moderation, no matter how much damage your pathological amount of eating causes.
"A big part of this is that I also felt like a sham, as "Comfy Fat," to be struggling so deeply with lack of self worth while I couldn't walk or shower." That feeling comes from the small part of your brain still capable of some level of rational self-awareness. Listen to it.
"I kept telling myself that I'm supposed to be a resource for folks struggling with this kind of thing, while also hating myself for being such a crab and "letting myself get to this point." There's a lot of shame there. I've never felt such shame about myself before." Not to sound like a Sith lord here, but: give in to that hatred, J. You should hate the fact that you let things get to this point, and you should let that hatred of your situation motivate you to change it.
"And it felt disingenuous to preach self love, kindness, and advocacy while I couldn't seem to conjure it up for myself. I'm not an expert at living life comfortably while fat." It IS disingenuous to preach self-love while promoting self-harm, and no human can be an expert at living comfortably with that much fat, same way no human can be an expert at breathing under water. Our species' biology doesn't work that way: we can't breathe water because we have lungs instead of gills, and we can't carry 500+ pounds on a 5'2" skeleton because human bone simply isn't that strong.
"This injury really terrified me. It brought out parts of me and my values that I think need some healing." Wait, what's this? Could J be on the verge of a useful self-insight?
"If I had to choose values I align with, what would they be? What am I aiming for? Peace? Collaboration? Capital? Health? Self reflection? Compassion? Resilience? Do I value movement? Stability? Access? Challenges? Consistency? If I truly believe others have worth outside of what they can physically do, where did the deep dark depressive monster crawl up from when I was injured?" No, no self-insight. What you value above all else, J, is eating. Which is why you're still eating Taco Bell by the bag even after losing the ability to take a bath or move through your own house. And that dark depressive monster is your last remaining bit of self-awareness screaming at you to stop destroying yourself with food.
How many stairs are there really to get into that house? Only three to five surely. J cannot manage to walk a few stairs, not even a full flight. The tiny rational part of her brain is screaming at her to lose weight and she is doubling down on the HAES bullshit. Holy fuck girl get it together, not being able to use a normal person size shower should be a massive wake up call.
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It's not that she can't use the shower the bathroom is not something either of them can fit into. There are pics earlier of how small it is.
Eat.This house gives me claustrophobia. It had to have been the only option.
Off topic, since they're not producing content and J only works part time, what do they do with themselves?
Eat, scroll endlessly on their phones, binge the latest dumb Netflix phenomenon, nap, and then eat some more.Off topic, since they're not producing content and J only works part time, what do they do with themselves?
Imagine eating yourself into a disability and not being able to walk up four steps. Kek.
It's her childish way of saying "pandemic".Everyone have already said what I wanted to, so I ask a bit different question — what does JULIANNA mean saying “while in “the panini””?
Huh. I thought she was talking about her panniculus, and the sheer effort it takes to live with a massive sheet of flesh hanging off her front. Silly me, I gave her way too much credit for self awareness.It's her childish way of saying "pandemic".
That first post. Omg. Rage. If I spent 4 hours assembling shitty big-box-store cabinets for my Golden Child planet-sized narcissist sister while she and her pet dyke watched and went on Taco Bell runs, and then she posted my sweaty mug captioned “EVERYONE’S exhausted.” That would be the last thing I ever did for that fat ungrateful bitch.I'm just waiting for Corissa's sister to snap and say "Enough is enough!" Then hurl the vacuum--or whatever power tool she happens to have in her hand--at both of those fat, lazy blobs.
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So far she's either doing housework in the background or drinking beer looking grimly exhausted, in every photo C has posted. Yikes.That first post. Omg. Rage. If I spent 4 hours assembling shitty big-box-store cabinets for my Golden Child planet-sized narcissist sister while she and her pet dyke watched and went on Taco Bell runs, and then she posted my sweaty mug captioned “EVERYONE’S exhausted.” That would be the last thing I ever did for that fat ungrateful bitch.
Everyone’s exhausted. Everyone. Fuck off, Coco.