Corissa Enneking / fatgirlflow and Juliana "J" Aprileo / comfyfattravels - Delusional fat-acceptance lesbian couple, junk-food addicts with expensive taste, denied a mortgage due to excessive Doordash ordering

When will Juliana become bedbound? As of January 2022

  • Within 3 months

    Votes: 33 4.3%
  • Within 6 months

    Votes: 118 15.4%
  • Within a year

    Votes: 206 26.9%
  • Within 3 years

    Votes: 140 18.3%
  • Never

    Votes: 21 2.7%
  • Shes already there

    Votes: 247 32.3%

  • Total voters
    765
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I feel like they want the BMI to be racist and bad, so that way the BMI goes away and they’re never subjected to it. But do they actually really care about the health of obese POC? No. It feels like they use it as a deflection most of the time

The people who complain about BMI don't understand that it's a quick and dirty tool used for rough approximations of when body weight usually starts to have a negative influence on health. No doctor is going to say "well this morning you weighed in at 145 lbs and thus were completely healthy, but right now you weigh in at 147, which bumps you up one BMI category, thus now you are a fatty fat fat fuck, lose some weight before you keel over." Of fucking course plenty of people outside the "normal" BMI range are probably perfectly healthy, but I guarantee those people don't actually deviate from it all that much, so there's obviously something to it.

The "racism" claims are ludicrous. People always go on how black people are more likely to be in BMI "obese" category, but they never have a very good answer for why that only applies to American black people or that since obese blacks are in fact more likely to have poor health, that it's an example of the BMI scale functioning exactly as it's supposed to. If they gave a shit about black people instead of just hiding behind them to prop up their retarded point, they wouldn't pretend it never occurred to them that it's probably socioeconomic factors causing this, they'd be volunteering or promoting diet education for disadvantaged blacks or something. Hilariously enough the BMI scale actually does address race, it has the caveat that the "healthy" range is actually a couple points lower for East Asian people because they tend to be of a slighter build, but you absolutely fucking never see the Fat Acceptance people bring this up. I guess it's because they'd have to acknowledge the reason behind it, namely a measurable difference in health outcomes correlated to weight, not some arbitrary bullshit meant to fat shame East Asians specifically. It's for sure a bad faith argument that doesn't hold up to the slightest scrutiny and they know it, they wouldn't need to resort to the "muh black people" trump card otherwise.

I swear, it's like being fat just short circuits the parts of the brain responsible for using logic.
 
The totally nonbinary yet very masculine fatself reclined on the Big Fig on a sultry day in May.

It was a revelation to find out that these testosterone pills in the mail not only gave fatself whiskers, but made fatself feel a little funny in the 7x pants for the very first time. It was intoxicating, raw, almost animalistic. It brought forth new feelings in fatself that could not be denied. It demanded release - specific, detailed, previously agreed upon releases in 12 pt type on legal documents in "Arial" font.

Even better than that was the realization that fatself did not need to get 100% nekkid to enjoy explicitly consensual activities of a s*xual nature. (Saving the nudity for sunning yourself by a local cesspool is much more appropriate, after all.)

Fatself decided to approach the partner/landlady with a somewhat indecent, yet enticing, proposition. The partner/landlady gasped, but was unusually intrigued and receptive.

Sort of. There were details to iron out first.

Having secured the necessary notarization on the comprehensive s*xual activities agreement paperwork, the amatory events could begin - if only fatself could figure out what term to use for fatself's totally nonbinary yet very masculine nether regions. Using terms like vu*va and vag*na would be triggering and dysphoric. After much negotiation, fatself and partner/landlady decided to use the terms "pancakes" and "syrup" instead.

They cleared their schedules, and tried to get a good night's sleep in preparation. (Freaking CPAPs.)

With deep shudders of anticipation, fatself proceeded to remove the pants, and only the pants, as previously agreed upon in the middle of page 3 of the activities paperwork. And waited. Was fatself really ready for this? Was there enough room left on the Big Fig to make room for not knowing?

But then, before fatself could finish a IG about this dilemma to crowdsource an answer, the car door slammed. The partner/landlady arrived, and was coming down the three steps to the basement.

They both knew what was going to happen, as per page 4 of their agreement.

Tiptoeing daintily to the Big Fig in her best "Fat Bitch" shirt, she/her gave fatself a flirty little wink. "Are you ready for it?" she purred.

"Oh. Yes! Yes, yes, yes!" Fatself gently moaned, tingling with excitement. Fatself had waited so long for this moment! Now, now, it was time for all those dreams to come true!

In their uncontrollable lust for satiation, and mutual ravenous hunger, they ripped the Taco Bell bags apart before emitting low, sensual belches of ecstasy from deep inside their gunts.

Hot sauce packets oozed everywhere. Those stains were certainly never coming out of the sheets!

Were human bodies meant to eat so much beans, "suitable for human consumption ground beef" and cheese in one meal?

No matter. They had waited so long, so patiently for this. Fatself and partner/landlady threw caution to the winds. They were sure as hell going to find out one way or the other tonight!

No one in Baldwin City was sure if they heard cries of pleasure or yelps of digestive distress echo across the Kansas plains that day, but everyone agreed on one thing - this was a very comprehensive self care plan.
 
So is not using sun protection a Fat Girl thing?
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A bit late for that. But I have known women that looked like dried up basketballs because they liked tanning. It isn't necessarily a fat thing, just a who cares until the damage is done thing that affects both skinny and fat people in this regard.
 
Nah, Julianna is about 30. Corissa is mid to late 30's. I am not sure, but I think Corissa might be a smoker, which never helps your face age gracefully. I know plenty of people in their 50's plus (living in Florida and lived in Japan, lol) who have better looking skin and look healthier than these two.

Use sunscreen, move a little and eat some freaking veggies/fruits.
 
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