God, this shit is kindergarten level writing. It's nearly painful to read. People change, humans grow (lol) & alter their perceptions. If these deathfats can't handle that, get off the internet. Simple.
Kindergarteners still have the virtue of expressing themselves in a clear, direct manner. They say exactly what they think, because they haven't yet learned not to. There's been a lot of comedy made from asking Kindergarteners their opinions, because they will confidently state the obvious in a way adults have been socialized not to.
This is not Kindergarten-level writing; this is a lonely borderline retard in cognitive decline, who has spent decades seeking acceptance and a means of justifying her own existence in various fat-positive groups. She's absorbed enough of their lingo to fit in, but only understood the simplest parts of it, and even then her real stance on body positivity just boils down to, "It's okay for me to be fat; don't make me feel bad about it."
You can tell where she's trying to use all the right lingo, that she's heard others use, even as she doesn't understand it herself—it's all the stuff that reads as word salad, and that's most of what she's written. She thinks she's saying all the right things, but she's not saying anything at all; it's just puffery.
Nobody asked Evie for her opinion on what constitutes body positivity; nobody who follows her cares. They're either other low-IQ fat women, or gawkers like us, with the occasional feeder thrown in. The "cool girls"—the politicized fatties body-shaming and policing any of their own who dare step out of line—barely know Evie exists, or care about her. But Evie's seen the latest controversy, and wants to join in the conversation (or at least pretend she has any place in it), so this is what we get.
