Anna o' Brien / Glitter + Lazers / GlitterandLazers - Fat, drunk, consoomer attention whore who would rather eat and drink herself to death than endure a single negative emotion

Anna says its her birthday.
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She even had a drag-gram.
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Anna said:
“I did not feel trusted to make the best choices for my body. No one was going to give me that trust.”

Because you ate yourself to 200 lbs. Then 300. Then 400. Then the big five-oh-oh.

I wouldn’t trust Anna to hold a parking space much less take responsibility over something that is ENTIRELY WITHIN HER CONTROL.
 
What an extremely hard, but deeply beautiful year it has been. I gave birth to my first child and watched him hit milestones, all without enough sleep but with so much happiness. I’m so grateful to have a healthy child.

What an extremely hard, but deeply beautiful year it has been. My child began kindergarten, I was promoted at work, and discovered I was pregnant again. I’m not sure how I will manage this, but I’m sure I’ll figure it out. These blessings are abundant.

What an extremely hard, but deeply beautiful year it has been. After working the grind for many years, I finally found my dream job. While there is a bit less money coming in, there are more opportunities. I’m so grateful I kept working with an eye to the future.

What an extremely hard, but deeply beautiful year it has been. I set a goal to run a marathon, and I made it. It was so difficult, starting slow, running through pain, finding the time. But I was consistent and managed. Next year, a hundred miles!


What an extremely hard, but deeply beautiful year it has been. My spouse passed away from an awful disease and I felt so lost. My friends and family checked in on me regularly and helped pull me out of my deep sorrow. They cleaned, shopped, cooked, and never forgot me. While I’ll always have a piece of me missing, I learned about the pieces that still exist and am very grateful for my loved ones.

What an extremely hard, but deeply beautiful year it has been. Retiring has been a difficult adjustment, and I felt useless and lost. That is, until my first grandchild was born, and now my days are busier than ever, babysitting and helping the young parents get some sleep, while still remembering to let them do things their way. I’ve also rediscovered hobbies I’d long forgotten about, and am able to volunteer with pet shelters. It’s rewarding in a different way than work and parenting, but still valuable.

What an extremely hard, but deeply beautiful year it has been. I’m a super-sized deathfat, and people have noticed. How rude! My doctors also don’t believe my own diagnosis of how it’s not my fault, relying on their stupid degrees it only took them a decade to earn while I’ve been in my body 40 years now. I know better than them that this is not my fault, and I don’t overeat for psychological reasons that only full time therapy will reveal. It’s not my fault I’m fat and nobody-NOBODY-will ever tell me it is. Now that I’ve figured out a way to never blame myself, it’s a beautiful life! Send presents!
 
Nearly forty and sobbing uncontrollably over a Disney song. The next practical step when this is your life, is it put it over a set of clips (feat. the long neglected exercise clothing hanger bike!) of your knees screaming and now all our knees are screaming, and write up a deeply pathetic post that can be summed up as “all the decisions I have made have been made for me. It’s all their fault”

Grow up, Anna.
 
Anna has always been one of those fats who think the only possible thing she could do to reduce is exercise.

Even when she reached her adult low weight of ~315 pounds, it was only as a result of multiple daily workouts, and after a paid for adult fat camp - she was still spectacularly styffing her face to carry around another 5'10" woman with her at all times.

Curbing her eating (or drinking) has always been strictly off limits for Anna. She'll swallow any poison or potion that promises to maker her less fat, and happily dress up in spandex and flail around for the camera. But any reduction of intake is unmentionable.

This is why her alleged twenty pound ozampic loss stalled out as soon as she could tolerate the nausea. She will die in the next ten years, never having dropped below the 600 pound level.
 
Wait... Anna has a friend?
My guess? She bought it herself as its “content”. She had Jon there to film it. She even got dressed, a little bit. Not enough to comb hair but she wasn’t wearing PJs, and I’m certain sitting in her messy house sheetcakein’ it in pjs while watching the Bachelor is her dream birthday. Clearly, there is no surprise at all.
 
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