Fat Acceptance Movement / Fat Girlcows

They have entire stores for them to shop at, big brands expanding their sizes to include tarps, and more happening every day to expand their clothing choices. The fact that none of it lasts long enough to get to a thrift store is not the thins fault. You want cheap, fashionable shit made for tarp sized humans? You get what you pay for.
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Someone not wanting to hang out with you is now eugenics. You think they'd have the sense to realize the word is not the kind to suck the meaning out of, but the fuck do they care about decency.

The cut to Jordan in purple is something else too. The giant head dwarfed by the round, purple,mass looks like she's wearing an inflatable suit. It's just Alice in Wonderland surreal.
 
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Splotchy, you are fucking ugly. Get over it like the rest of us.

Jordan, you're ugly too. It's so funny that she went to the gynecologist for a pelvic exam and then accuses the doctor of doing a "nonconsensual Pap smear". Like, what the fuck were you even there for then, gorl?

How long have these things existed? I've only heard of them in the past year.
My elementary school was a test market for them circa 1993. All you haters will be horrified to learn they tried a grilled cheese version, too. Personally, I still like the PBJ kind. They're a great snack, especially if you keep them in the freezer and eat them still slightly frozen. They're like PBJ ravioli.
 
Man. I grew up in an obese household but luckily my sister and I never packed on the pounds. I'm not sure why but I guess maybe seeing the health issues and retarded complaints of our parents put us off gorging ourselves into immobility.

I remember when I went vegetarian as a teen, my mom would specifically bring home kfc to eat slowly in front of me as some kind of joke. Whereas before she'd get mashed potatoes and corn as a side, she stopped and would solely get chicken ONLY so I wouldn't be able to eat any of it. I guess my personal diet choices pissed her off that much.

If she was younger and had an internet addiction, she would have been the perfect cow. Blaming chronic fatigue and fibromyalgia for being fat, refusing to do anything but walk from the bed to the couch all while being mystified that she's the size of a literal cow. Doctors would tell her she was in pain because she's lazy af and she'd get all offended and doctor shop until one patted her head and told her that it was all the uWu fibro.

I will never get over how these people destroy themselves and then fucking deny it. The cognitive dissonance is incredible and mystifying. It's like someone injecting themselves with heroin while claiming they're not a drug addict.
 
How are they served? How are they kept? Well, I dunno 'bout in the civilian sector because I avoid them like spore molds, the plague and a BMI above normal range, but I can provide the military perspective on this shit.

A'ight. So yeah, these fuckers are frozen. And they're maintained frozen. There's large freezers onboard aircraft carriers with special fucking shelves dedicated to uncrustables, as they are a staple of life for sailors.

See, (almost) every aircraft carrier has very set messing hours. By messing hours, this means the hours the mess decks are open and serving meals. (I was onboard one that had nearly 24 hour hot food, and it was glorious - however, that was first ship, and every ship after cut off service, making 4 distinct meal times (the 5th was just for watchstanders in Reactor Department, because those poor fucks were stuck in the plant during midrats (midnight rations) and couldn't get a meal if that was the rotation they were stuck on). Those meals are as follows:
Breakfast
Lunch
Dinner (which may be lunch again)
Midrats (which is dinner. Nothing new. Everything reheated.)
And then Reactor Rats (which is midrats that were set aside for the 80 watchstanders stuck wailing in hungry agony in the plant).

So what is a Sailor to do if they can't make these meal times and/or the mess decks run out of fucking food (which does happen, because they do things like forget that Reactor Rats are for only Reactor Department and give them to any schmuck who wanders to the galley and sees food and asks for it, therefore resulting in shortages by the time half the watchstanders in the plant get to main deck for food)? Hit the 'always on the mess decks' options. This usually involves fruit which may or may not be fresh and might consist only of red delicious apples. Usually there's some nutrigrain bars or an equivalent there. Every now and again, wheat PopTarts will appear. Cereal can happen, but normally is stored outside of breakfast otherwise it tends to walk off the mess decks and be hoarded in offices.

Uncrustables are one of these 'always out' foods. Except they vanish VERY quickly.

They're put out, usually frozen because nobody can be assed to defrost them before putting them into the metal tray of availability, and snagged instantly. From there, it's up to the individual. Most Sailors I knew would toss them onto a desk, into their storage locker or into their coffin rack and save them for desperate times, allowing them to defrost quietly without issue (and what's freaky as fuck is that I never was privy to a moldy one. Even one that got left in my LPO's inbox for 3 weeks just got crunchy. Never moldy). Others, desperate for food /right fucking now/, would microwave them for a few seconds. Some did the same I did when desperate for calories after 5 hours of labor in the plant - plunk them into the conveyer-toaster and get them hot and lightly toasted. That was the only way I personally found them tolerable.

Now because all that was reliable on the mess decks was squishy apples and water during those hours that the galley wasn't in operation, uncrustables vanished quickly. This is where the Chiefs came in.

See, the Wardroom (home of commissioned officers) and the Chiefs Mess are off limits to lower enlisted (E6 and below), which make up the vast majority of the ship's workforce. So some of us who had access to these places would do what we could to pass on the goodness, so to say.

I will say that the fruit available in the Mess was usually pretty well received, but nothing would get glee from a junior Sailor quite like a bag of fucking uncrustables. I have no idea why they were so attractive to my kiddos other than 'they keep forever in a desk drawer and are there and waiting when true hunger strikes after watch and the fucking mess decks are closed.'

Don't ask me - when I was the most junior of juniors, I was on the 24-hour-open-messing ship. After that, I survived on coffee and hatred until I made Chief, and then I became the Bearer of Uncrustables for my Sailors (started when one of the kids in my workcenter very timidly asked if they had uncrustables in the Chiefs Mess because they were out on the enlisted decks and he missed dinner. I checked, found the storage repository, and all else is history).
 
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What the fuck is this I've found?
Then lose the fucking weight you damned overgrown baby! Fatness carries a lot of issues and some doctors don't want to deal with that and they shouldn't have to.

It's sometimes really hard not to get MATI at these landwhales and their persecution complexes.
 
I’d like to vote for “eugenics” as the most overused word since 2020
"Genocide" is up there, too, viz. "trans genocide!!!1".

For as socially aware and compassionate as these people claim to be, you'd think that it would occur to one or two of them that these two specific words are among the worst ones to choose if you're going to dilute the semantic meaning of an existing term. "Genocide" and "eugenics" each have a specific denotative meaning, but more importantly than that, I'd argue they have a profound connotative meaning, and it's really offensive to lessen the impact of that. In fact, I think I'd go so far as to say that trivializing the meaning of these two terms, specifically, perpetuates an actual harm to people who are, by definition, already marginalized.

Tl,dr: For all of the millions of people throughout human history who have witnessed actual eugenics and genocide, it's really fucking shitty and callous to pretend that someone not wanting to hang out with your fat whiny ass is equivalent to ethnic cleansing.

It's like that pithy little saying: if you meet one asshole, you met an asshole. If you meet assholes all day, maybe it's you. If one person doesn't want to hang out with you, they are LITERALLY SLOBODAN MILOSEVIC.

Edited to add that an honorable mention goes to both "gaslighting" and "projection". If I never have to read another instance of one fat, maladapted cluster B dumpster fire taking to social media for the purpose of accusing an equally fat, maladapted cluster B dumpster fire of "gaslighting", I swear to god it will be too soon.
 
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The plastic surgeon won't see anyone with a BMI over 35 because why would you do ANY kind of plastic surgery on an obese body like that? If a 500lb (or even a 300lb) person walked in and demanded a breast reduction, or a tummy tuck, etc (medically necessary or not) they aren't gonna do it until the patient is down to a reasonable size. A 210lb 5'5" woman has a BMI of 34.9. Thats really not that small (but I know it's basically anorexia to these deathfats).
 



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I remember when I went vegetarian as a teen, my mom would specifically bring home kfc to eat slowly in front of me as some kind of joke. Whereas before she'd get mashed potatoes and corn as a side, she stopped and would solely get chicken ONLY so I wouldn't be able to eat any of it. I guess my personal diet choices pissed her off that much.
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The plastic surgeon won't see anyone with a BMI over 35 because why would you do ANY kind of plastic surgery on an obese body like that? If a 500lb (or even a 300lb) person walked in and demanded a breast reduction, or a tummy tuck, etc (medically necessary or not) they aren't gonna do it until the patient is down to a reasonable size. A 210lb 5'5" woman has a BMI of 34.9. Thats really not that small (but I know it's basically anorexia to these deathfats).
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So, they obviously put no thought whatsoever into the belly liner business. How would they not realize that free shipping would be an added expense? It feels *this close* to a Tess Holiday t-shirt situation.

Since the orders all came back, I'm guessing they just put the liners in a regular envelope with a regular stamp and figured that would cover it.
 
Splotchy is the kind of grad student I do NOT want in higher levels of academia. Call me naive & I know the world doesn't work this way, but I think research & higher level studies should be approached in as unbiased a manner as possible. I don't give a shit what any post-grad candidate looks like & what personal perspective they bring to any field of study. LOSE THAT SHIT!
 
Splotchy is the kind of grad student I do NOT want in higher levels of academia. Call me naive & I know the world doesn't work this way, but I think research & higher level studies should be approached in as unbiased a manner as possible. I don't give a shit what any post-grad candidate looks like & what personal perspective they bring to any field of study. LOSE THAT SHIT!
Welcome to edjumacation in the 21st century. It's all about feelings and safe spaces and not making fun of landwhales.
 
Splotchy is the kind of grad student I do NOT want in higher levels of academia. Call me naive & I know the world doesn't work this way, but I think research & higher level studies should be approached in as unbiased a manner as possible. I don't give a shit what any post-grad candidate looks like & what personal perspective they bring to any field of study. LOSE THAT SHIT!

Also needs to get the fuck over it. I can't imagine being around her, every ten minutes "I'm in grad school, remember," followed by a smug eye bulge. If she graduates, she's going to replace "hello" with "I have a masters". Sure will be embarrassing if she drops out, though.
 


Also needs to get the fuck over it. I can't imagine being around her, every ten minutes "I'm in grad school, remember," followed by a smug eye bulge. If she graduates, she's going to replace "hello" with "I have a masters". Sure will be embarrassing if she drops out, though.
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Splotchy is the kind of grad student I do NOT want in higher levels of academia. Call me naive & I know the world doesn't work this way, but I think research & higher level studies should be approached in as unbiased a manner as possible. I don't give a shit what any post-grad candidate looks like & what personal perspective they bring to any field of study. LOSE THAT SHIT!
Especially when that field is something as sensitive as psychology/therapy.
Admitting you have a problem is difficult enough, we don't need a bunch of biased and judgemental assholes like Leah entering the field.
 
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Universal Studios Hollywood is slammed for its Mario Kart ride because riders with waists measuring over 40-inches can't fit inside as some call it 'blatantly fatphobic'​


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Not once does it occur to them that these rides are engineered first and foremost with the rider’s SAFETY in mind? It’s why short people can’t go on some rollercoasters.
 
Of course safety doesn't cross these buffalos' minds. They're so wrapped up in their delusions surrounding acceptance of their gluttony and results thereof that they fail to see the struggles of others (those short shits who can't ride coasters because they can't fit the safety harnesses). And their brains are so smothered in fat that the remaining cells can't find one another to knock against and produce a spark of understanding that we work in a world of engineering, not motherfucking magic.
 
Also needs to get the fuck over it. I can't imagine being around her, every ten minutes "I'm in grad school, remember," followed by a smug eye bulge. If she graduates, she's going to replace "hello" with "I have a masters". Sure will be embarrassing if she drops out, though.
I'd be so tempted to knock her down a peg or two by pointing out that it's a master's program in clinical counseling. She's not exactly getting a PhD. in rocket surgery from Hah-vahd.
 
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