Catto Gatto
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- Dec 9, 2021
My teenage cousin is a blooming deathfat.
My uncle (dad’s brother) passed suddenly when I was in high school, leaving behind his looney SJW wife and my biological cousin who was under 5 at the time. Shortly thereafter my aunt, a newly single mother, decided to adopt a baby girl from the country of my family’s origin as a “tribute” to my uncle. Meanwhile we all cringed, knowing full well that this would be an absolute fucking disaster.
My adopted cousin had obvious emotional issues from the beginning, but she seemed more like a demon child of the future sociopath variety. Then as she got older she became more docile but also chubby, which I thought was odd. My aunt subsists on rabbit food and always made sure that my bio cousin maintained the same diet (much to his chagrin) and neither has an ounce of body fat on them.
Then at one family gathering I witnessed my adopted cousin sneakily shoveling cookies in her mouth. My grandma (an OG fat shamer, RIP) also saw this and tasked me with keeping her away from the cookies. To which I responded “lol why don’t you tell her mother to do that.” But of course with my aunt being of the SJW variety, no one wanted to open that can of worms.
Last year my aunt and cousins went to visit my parents for a few days. At this point my adopted cousin was 13. My parents were horrified to see that she was now about 40 lbs overweight. My aunt instructed them not to give her any sweets or snacks, but then she would cave on her own rules and bring her out for ice cream. My parents held up their end of the bargain though. When everyone else had gone to bed my cousin tried begging my dad for one of the Klondike bars in the freezer, but he refused to give in and she sulked off to bed.
They left the next day. My dad went into the freezer to get something and gasped. All of the ice cream that had been in there just the day before was now gone. This consisted of 4 Klondike bars and an entire pint of unopened Ben and Jerry’s. Sure enough, they found all of the wrappers in the bathroom trash, along with little bits of chocolate all over the floor and sink. With the horrific realization that this was all eaten in one sitting, my dad immediately texted my biological cousin begging him to get his mother to take her to a nutritionist. But that boy is just totally checked out (can you blame him?) so I doubt it happened.
I’ve seen enough episodes of My 600 lb life to know how this story ends. I can hear her voiceover monologue now. “By the time I graduated high school I was 350 lbs, but all I wanted to do was keep eating.”
I hope she proves me wrong, but I think the chances of that are slim to none.
My adopted cousin had obvious emotional issues from the beginning, but she seemed more like a demon child of the future sociopath variety. Then as she got older she became more docile but also chubby, which I thought was odd. My aunt subsists on rabbit food and always made sure that my bio cousin maintained the same diet (much to his chagrin) and neither has an ounce of body fat on them.
Then at one family gathering I witnessed my adopted cousin sneakily shoveling cookies in her mouth. My grandma (an OG fat shamer, RIP) also saw this and tasked me with keeping her away from the cookies. To which I responded “lol why don’t you tell her mother to do that.” But of course with my aunt being of the SJW variety, no one wanted to open that can of worms.
Last year my aunt and cousins went to visit my parents for a few days. At this point my adopted cousin was 13. My parents were horrified to see that she was now about 40 lbs overweight. My aunt instructed them not to give her any sweets or snacks, but then she would cave on her own rules and bring her out for ice cream. My parents held up their end of the bargain though. When everyone else had gone to bed my cousin tried begging my dad for one of the Klondike bars in the freezer, but he refused to give in and she sulked off to bed.
They left the next day. My dad went into the freezer to get something and gasped. All of the ice cream that had been in there just the day before was now gone. This consisted of 4 Klondike bars and an entire pint of unopened Ben and Jerry’s. Sure enough, they found all of the wrappers in the bathroom trash, along with little bits of chocolate all over the floor and sink. With the horrific realization that this was all eaten in one sitting, my dad immediately texted my biological cousin begging him to get his mother to take her to a nutritionist. But that boy is just totally checked out (can you blame him?) so I doubt it happened.
I’ve seen enough episodes of My 600 lb life to know how this story ends. I can hear her voiceover monologue now. “By the time I graduated high school I was 350 lbs, but all I wanted to do was keep eating.”
I hope she proves me wrong, but I think the chances of that are slim to none.
and the other from years 7 to 9 (11-14). The first one was my class teacher and God she was enormous. Orb shaped. Given how low down kids desks are, she had to lean over to help us and so help you God if you turned around when she was helping the kid directly behind you, you would get a face full of ass. I don't recall her smelling or anything and she was one of my nicer junior school teachers. The other one was my English teacher. I live in an area where kids don't tend to enunciate the Ts in the middle of words (think like bu'er, wa'er when speaking) and I recall whenever our horrible little accents upset her she would make us speak this annoying poem with a lot of Ts in the middle of words until we Enunciated Properly. She was alright otherwise and one of those teachers who was super easy to get to start ranting about whatever such nonsense.
