Fat Acceptance Movement / Fat Girlcows

Best thing is the first paragraph is about admitting how your family needs to know your real measurements and weight for your funeral arrangements.

For burial they may need to buy two plots and well "special considerations" (crane) may be needed to hoist the body into it.

Special "XL cremation machines" exist to accommodate bodies up to 1000 pounds. These come with an "Excess weight" charge.

"Bodies that are donated must be less than 6-feet in height and weigh 200- 250 lbs max."

It's pretty much all quotes from the Ask A Mortician video about dying while fat and Ash's Fat Lip Podcast. Most links don't even work yet.
 
Best thing is the first paragraph is about admitting how your family needs to know your real measurements and weight for your funeral arrangements.
While you're alive, your fatphobic doctor doesn't need to get your weight, and you can refuse to step on the scale without a valid reason. But when you're dead? You can't keep those fatphobic shitlord morticians from weighing your carcass and setting their fees accordingly.

Not that there's a link between the two, though. No way.

And it's hilarious that they plan to include information on life insurance. Good luck with that; deathfats either get refused outright or the premiums are so expensive as to constitute denial for all but the wealthiest.

So after you're done eating yourself into an early grave, your family will have to cover your drastically higher funeral costs, because let's face it; the same impulsivity and disregard for consequence that lead to being a deathfat also tend to apply to one's approach to personal finance. But one's fatness doesn't hurt or affect anybody else, right?

For burial they may need to buy two plots and well "special considerations" (crane) may be needed to hoist the body into it.

Special "XL cremation machines" exist to accommodate bodies up to 1000 pounds. These come with an "Excess weight" charge.

"Bodies that are donated must be less than 6-feet in height and weigh 200- 250 lbs max."

It's pretty much all quotes from the Ask A Mortician video about dying while fat and Ash's Fat Lip Podcast. Most links don't even work yet.
If you don't leave enough money to cover the massive funeral costs, your family could also abandon your body, leaving it unclaimed at the morgue for 6-12 months until the county finally buries it in a mass grave with all the other indigent and impoverished dead who had nobody to pay for a funeral. That's always an option.
 
"People don't understand how fat bodies work, we can't just lay there for weeks." Or maybe it's just that Evie doesn't understand that any body laying flat for weeks would get bed sores, and it's inconvenient to everyone that her ass is so gigantic it takes a team of buff dudes to roll her around in her sweaty stink bed instead of maybe one orderly who would be needed to help shift a normal weight person on bed rest. It's almost like fatties take an excess of everything: food, resources, fabric, health care workers. It's almost like you can take one look at them and know they are swimming in excess yet crying about muh deprivation.

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New Funtie Times video about "the skinnies are stealing our clothes options reeeeeee" situation, makes some great points about entitlement, and why thrift stores don't have many plus size options. It's because of chub rub and sweat stains lmao swing for the fences, gorl.
 

Alex finally shared her actual weight pre-bypass and 1 year after. I somehow still don't believe her though

She said pre, she was 389 lbs. And 1 year post bypass she is 279 lbs. She said she is about 5 foot 7. How fat was Nikocado 1 year ago? Was she heavier than he was? Would be an interesting comparison
Confirmation that she's still morbidly obese (as I thought) even after her one year post-WLS "honeymoon period" is over. No wonder she was rejected for life insurance due to her "build". I haven't watched this yet, but pretty sure she was saying that her and hubby are already trying to conceive. If they succeed, she can kiss that weightloss bye-bye. She was never going to be a successful long term surgery patient, and her pathetic 110lb weightloss (I'm assuming this includes pre-operative weightloss) just proves it regardless of how happy she might claim to be about about. If she was really following the rules and the protien priority diet she would have been given, she'd have lost twice what she has.

ETA: FFS in the first few minutes she admits she's an "intuitive eater"...no wonder she's a WLS failure. Plus she confident to raise intuitive eating children....in other words the fattest kids in their classes. SMH!!!
 
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I don't understand the "thins are buying our sizes" complaint. A woman with a 32"-34" chest will generally have a 24" or smaller waist and buys a shirt with a 38"-40" chest for an oversized look. Those measurements are a Medium/size 8 in North America.
A bit of a PL: a lot of those clothing items that the fats complain about will sit on the same rack for months at a time. People who are really into upcycling will buy them or get them for free, take them in (which undoubtedly makes the fats REEEE harder), shorten the hem, drop the neckline, bust out the dye, whatever they can to make the garment more appealing. It's fun and satisfying to take an article of clothing and turn it into something new. Some ladies keep them, some give them away, sell them, donate them, what have you. And again, a lot of people do it for fun, there is zero malice involved. I like to use unwanted dresses to upcycle into fancy aprons.

However, most of those clothing items that are getting a makeover aren't 5x. They're US size 14, 16, 1x, the lower end of the fat spectrum. They're not deathfat sizes, because the higher you go up in size, the more the quality of the fabric plummets. It's not even worth using that crap to make pet beds or catnip toys. It's the same stuff you get when you buy a $5 Halloween costume at Walmart.

So, these ultra fats are crying about plus size clothes that they can no longer fit into because they won't put the fork down. The previously mentioned sizes are for "small fats", and the deathfats hate small fats. They just want to bitch and moan and pretend to be oppressed while spending all their money on Uber Eats because going to the store to buy your own chips and candy is hard when you're a terminally online pile of lard.

I despise the fats that complain about being deprived of thrift store tarps. One of my friends is an upcycling fanatic, and when cancer almost took her life she was bullied by the fat mob on social media, and was accused of losing weight on purpose so she could buy more tarps and deprive more fatasses of circus tents.
 
I hope I didn't miss it on here, but I had no idea Lexi was on Dr. Phil. She even added it to her TikTok bio.

Haven't watched it yet, but I think they were very kind to let her bring her husband as an emotional support animal.
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I also choose to believe this.
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Michelle McDaniel is on a roll

Marissa is burstposting again



And she has no friends:

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Fat people are no longer marginalized. They haven't been for a decade or more. Fat and superfat people are 70% or more of the population, now. Obese people make up almost 40% of that. Small chairs and no XXXXXXL clothing is not being oppressed. These hyperbolic statements on TikTok only hurt their 'movement', so, actually, keep it up. More people will be turned off from your fucking incessant whining.
 
I'm really tired of seeing ads on TV for Lume brand deodorant ass wash, and the "hands free" sneakers, back to back. It's just demoralizing. People are so fat now that the ass smell doesn't wash off in the shower. They don't say it in the ad, but you know it's the truth. 20 years ago it would have been considered a special medical condition if somebody needed a special product for rank ass on a daily basis. Now it's common to have a 2 foot ass crack full of yeast and e coli.
 
I'm really tired of seeing ads on TV for Lume brand deodorant ass wash, and the "hands free" sneakers, back to back. It's just demoralizing. People are so fat now that the ass smell doesn't wash off in the shower. They don't say it in the ad, but you know it's the truth. 20 years ago it would have been considered a special medical condition if somebody needed a special product for rank ass on a daily basis. Now it's common to have a 2 foot ass crack full of yeast and e coli.
You have to remember that fat people have the same work schedule as old people. Those ads are for the rhumatic elderly. People so fat that they can't hold a job are just a bonus sale.
 
Michelle McDaniel is on a roll

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So all of Marissa's friends have abandoned her over the last couple of years? Can't imagine why.

It's hilarious that she accuses them of having no empathy because they won't put up with her histrionics, constant wokescolding, shameless whoredom (which I'm sure she has to brag about constantly), refusal to admit she might be wrong on anything, and the way in which she tried to publicly shame and emotionally blackmail two of her former friends who'd had enough of her shit and ghosted her.

No. In Marissa's mind, there is absolutely nothing in her behavior and attitudes that might possibly drive away extended family members and longtime friends; if they left her it was because every single one of them was a rotten person who abandoned her while she was suffering due to her mental illness.

Good on them for drawing appropriate boundaries and getting away from this poisonous Cluster B hellcunt before she could suck all of the life out of them and drag them down with her.
 






Marissa go see a therapist and sort out your life. Maybe once you've learned how to stop throwing a histrionic temper tantrum over the smallest inconvenience people might actually want to be around you.
For someone who loves setting up boundaries, you sure do hate it when people set up boundaries against you.

 
Marissa go see a therapist and sort out your life. Maybe once you've learned how to stop throwing a histrionic temper tantrum over the smallest inconvenience people might actually want to be around you.
For someone who loves setting up boundaries, you sure do hate it when people set up boundaries against you.
Therapy isn't going to help her. First, she's a Cluster B, and most of them are completely untreatable.

But even if she wasn't, notice how she never asks, "What's wrong with me? What am I doing that keeps driving people away?"

It's always about what other people have done to her, and how they've failed her, and how awful they are for not sticking around. She never considers herself as part of the equation. That her own behavior, attitudes, and ideas are significant factors in the failure of all of these relationships either never crosses her mind at all, or is something she can't bring herself to admit to.

There's the saying, "If you encounter one asshole, they're the asshole. But when you're constantly encountering assholes, you're the asshole." To be successful at therapy, one has to at least be able to consider the idea that they're the asshole—that they may be an unwitting perpetrator of behaviors that offend others and drive them away, and if so, be willing to change them.

Marissa, as far as I can tell, is totally incapable of doing that. She'd use therapy to air all her grievances about systemic fatphobia, capitalism, mental illness stigma, and sex-negative patriarchal culture, which would be a complete waste of time.
 
Therapy isn't going to help her. First, she's a Cluster B, and most of them are completely untreatable.

But even if she wasn't, notice how she never asks, "What's wrong with me? What am I doing that keeps driving people away?"

It's always about what other people have done to her, and how they've failed her, and how awful they are for not sticking around. She never considers herself as part of the equation. That her own behavior, attitudes, and ideas are significant factors in the failure of all of these relationships either never crosses her mind at all, or is something she can't bring herself to admit to.

There's the saying, "If you encounter one asshole, they're the asshole. But when you're constantly encountering assholes, you're the asshole." To be successful at therapy, one has to at least be able to consider the idea that they're the asshole—that they may be an unwitting perpetrator of behaviors that offend others and drive them away, and if so, be willing to change them.

Marissa, as far as I can tell, is totally incapable of doing that. She'd use therapy to air all her grievances about systemic fatphobia, capitalism, mental illness stigma, and sex-negative patriarchal culture, which would be a complete waste of time.
Exactly. I've met a few Cluster Bs in my life and they need to be all in and invested in therapy to get anything out of it. If they aren't, it's useless.
 
Therapy isn't going to help her. First, she's a Cluster B, and most of them are completely untreatable.

But even if she wasn't, notice how she never asks, "What's wrong with me? What am I doing that keeps driving people away?"

It's always about what other people have done to her, and how they've failed her, and how awful they are for not sticking around. She never considers herself as part of the equation. That her own behavior, attitudes, and ideas are significant factors in the failure of all of these relationships either never crosses her mind at all, or is something she can't bring herself to admit to.

There's the saying, "If you encounter one asshole, they're the asshole. But when you're constantly encountering assholes, you're the asshole." To be successful at therapy, one has to at least be able to consider the idea that they're the asshole—that they may be an unwitting perpetrator of behaviors that offend others and drive them away, and if so, be willing to change them.

Marissa, as far as I can tell, is totally incapable of doing that. She'd use therapy to air all her grievances about systemic fatphobia, capitalism, mental illness stigma, and sex-negative patriarchal culture, which would be a complete waste of time.
Marissa is great example of the cluster-b who seeks an alternate diagnosis that isn't "her fault." Most of them will try for ADHD because it has overlapping symptoms with BPD anyway (rejection sensitivity, tendency to become obsessive about one topic or person, and poor emotional control), and if they go into the psychiatry office pushing for an ADHD diagnosis they are likely to get it.
 
Imagine someone who has actually been bullied/harassed/abused watching Marissa's outrageously fragile ass videos.

Were you ever shoved into a locker because other kids thought you were weird? Marissa has it worse.
Did the class asshole follow you down the hallway everyday, waiting to catch you alone? Marissa has it worse.
Did some creep at work insist on copping a feel, and you knew your boss wouldn't care? Marissa has it worse.
Was school or work the only place you felt safe because your home life was FUBAR?

Well guess what? Marissa has it worse. Why? Because she posts her painfully boring life online, chews out anyone who doesn't praise her, and someone sent her one of the most banal comments about fat people and that hurt her feelings. It's almost like if she just deleted social media she wouldn't be in constant emotional agony. But she's rotten to the core, and there is no fixing that.

Happy Thanksgiving, Kiwis. I hope you can all enjoy your time with friends and family, and are not obligated to be around cluster-b clusterfucks like Marissa this holiday season.
 
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