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
Wasn't this in a haul not long ago?
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November 18th of last year! It was easy to search for because of your meticulous tagging ❤️
I thought it looked familiar but it was a repeat from a slightly earlier post when she had it listed in January. So either she hated it as soon as she got it or she outfat it over the holidays.

Either way, gfl no fat person is going to buy a puffer in mid-May.

Edit: actually now that's I'm watching the haul from Nov she was too fat from the get-go. It's obvious she couldn't button it closed.
 
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Wasn't this in a haul not long ago?
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Oh, that's just raising the hair on the back of my neck. "Grew out of this" when you're not talking about a ten-year-old.

That's not a lie, and you could congratulate her for not hiding behind a face-saver like "not my size" or "consolidating my wardrobe," but that pride is only leading one place.
 
I just can't handle a lot of cow video so I didn't watch those clips; sorry. Did Corissa say anything about thinning out her clothing hoard?

The point upthread about being too fat to thrift is one they often bring up. In sewing communities you'll see someone buying an ugly dress at a yard sale and altering it into something more tailored, and in the comments people seethe that that 1990s size 22 dress should have gone to a poor fat woman instead.

It's easy to forget there are a lot of obese women who aren't awful jerks lording it over normies on social media, just people who like cheese and fried food too much but are still trying to make a go of things. Lots of institutionalized (elderly or mentally ill) fat women, lots of homeless fat women or fat moms fleeing with a kid or two to a domestic violence shelter, and of course it's easier for someone to wear something too big than too small.

Corissa has a treasure trove of scarcely-worn plus-sized clothing; if she donated some of it to a shelter, she'd be doing more good than reblogging ever could.
Corissa donate? Nah, she sells it all on Poshmark. She advertises to her audience whenever she lists her barely-worn past hauls. She's so deep into consumerist culture she doesn't even notice the disparency between what she does and what she preaches, much like her followers I suspect.

Not all people think of the end recipient of what they 'donate'. Too many use thrift shops and food pantries as a shortcut to feeling good about themselves when they have junk to dispose of after cleaning up. Poor people don't want or deserve filthy, outdated fast fashion or boxes of crackers that expired a year ago. And, as others have mentioned, donating your garbage is passing on work and expense to the staff and volunteers at the depots, making it the opposite of charity.

Pl, but I'm a lifelong thrifter by choice. I go into a store with a system and can scope out the racks and bins in minutes in search of quality. Good fabrics, legitimate vintage pieces, items that can be reworked at the sewing machine, valuable accessories, even great shoes are all to be found once you train your eye. I tend to be more of an all-natural, handmade clothes person myself but I shop for other people, helping them put together attractive, expensive-looking outfits on a budget or to match a personal style that's impossible to find on regular store racks.

Anyone who has a difficult-to-fit body type or otherwise needs custom tailoring, or who enjoys self-expression by cultivating a unique look, should learn to sew. After the initial machine purchase, you don't have to spend much. You don't even need to pay out for that; I got my current machines, including a serger, for under $30 each by from thrifting. Fabric doesn't need to be expensive either as you can always pick it up on sale, as remnants, or by repurposing thrift finds. I keep a drawer and a chest full of supplies that I grab on a whim knowing they'll get used eventually. Garments for larger folks can be made nicely with a proper combination of different fabrics that complement each other, so there's no need to buy huge pieces at high cost every time.

If Corissa wanted to honestly deep dive into her homesteading lifestyle, she should get into sewing and share tips with her audience on how to make clothes for larger bodies. Too bad she's cultivated an audience of girls more interested in consumerism who would probably think that was beneath them and their purchasing power and lofty social interests.
 
Most people understand that they should donate only clean, useable items in good repair, but the ones who don't understand it often really don't.
A couple of years back, I stupidly spent several days helping a hoarder friend move house. She tried to convince me that a reeking, scratched to hell, $2 placemat that had been under her cat's food bowl was perfectly usable and the op shop employees would love it. I managed to talk her into putting the vile thing in the bin, but not the ten or so items that were the sum of the contents from her two bedroom house that she did decide to donate. I desperately wanted to just drop the bag in a skip somewhere but I am a fucking awful liar and I knew that she'd question me about it afterwards. When I got to the op shop I told them flat out that everything in the bag was unsanitary, broken rubbish from my friend's hoard and sincerly apologised for doing this horrible thing to them. The head of the donations section told me that she understood completely and took the bag from me. I suspect that it went straight into their skip the very second I turned my back to leave. I hope that they didn't loathe me on principle afterwards, but I wouldn't blame them if they did.
 
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Juliana doesn't understand GOAT = Greatest Of All Time? Da fuk? If one's going to pose such questions, one should understand the basic lingo. Yeesh.
Considering J is a Pats fan, and GOAT has been used for the better part of two decades to describe the Brady/Belichick reign…

Guys I think Juliana might be retarded.
 

Cool cool, I'm sure all the people who are busy with either being perpetrators or victims, possibly both, of unthinkably bloody, violent, literal war crimes will take a fiver from digging through the rubble for human remains to appreciate that a few insufferable fuckoff lardasses in some armpit of the continental US made kindergarten craft looking cookie things to post on social media to demonstrate solidarity with them. Jesus Herbert Walker Christ, these people. Having an opinion is fine, hell even deliberately making fun of it is fine, but this kind of retard-level performative social media virtue-signaling slacktivism is uniquely obnoxious to me for some reason.

...Well, okay, I'll admit that the photo of the dumpy fuckers holding up the goofy ass deformed Spongebob "for Palestine" is fucking hilarious. That's why I try to avoid internet SJW nonsense unless it's through the lens of Kiwi Farms, where sifting through oceans of retarded insufferable claptrap and just posting the shit that's still retarded but absurd enough to be funny is kind of the point.
 

To translate what the librarian actually meant: "Good christ, is that YOU that smells like a head shop?"

The thrifting issue was already covered in detail, but I'll add that Poshmark deposits your earnings. You can either withdraw them or put them toward further Poshmark purchases. If you are willing and able to practice deferred gratification, you hoard your earnings, consider them your clothing budget, and carefully stalk listings until you find something you want at a price you are willing to pay (and you can negotiate within the app). If you actually do enjoy clothes and fashion, Poshmark is a fairly engaging way to buy and sell clothes. And that app has a lot of clothes; there's no way it's not full to the brim with plus sizes as well as straight sizes.

Or you could just give in to instant gratification and the allure of making zero effort and do a bunch of hauls from fast fashion brands, I guess.
 
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Juliana looks and sounds so goddamn bad that I wouldn’t have even known that she went to the dentist unless she said something. What would a little sudden palsy on top of everything be if she already looks this close to death?

To translate what the librarian actually meant: "Good christ, is that YOU that smells like a head shop?"

Patchouli is personally one of my least favorite scents. I imagine Corissa already reeks enough without adding that skunky funk to it. Their place must smell like a barn (but with more Taco Bell).
 
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Juliana looks and sounds so goddamn bad that I wouldn’t have even known that she went to the dentist until she said something. What would a little sudden palsy on top of everything be if she already looks this close to death?
Imagine the look on the anaesthetist’s face when that walks through the door expecting top surgery. Surely she can’t have sent honest photos to the surgeon and still got approved! Maybe he has an unrefundable deposit that he doesn’t have to return even if he initiates cancellation at the last minute for health reasons.
 
Don't know how accurate Accuweather is a month out, but right now they're predicting thunderstorms the entire weekend of Fat Camp.
Cool cool, I'm sure all the people who are busy with either being perpetrators or victims, possibly both, of unthinkably bloody, violent, literal war crimes will take a fiver from digging through the rubble for human remains to appreciate that a few insufferable fuckoff lardasses in some armpit of the continental US made kindergarten craft looking cookie things to post on social media to demonstrate solidarity with them. Jesus Herbert Walker Christ, these people. Having an opinion is fine, hell even deliberately making fun of it is fine, but this kind of retard-level performative social media virtue-signaling slacktivism is uniquely obnoxious to me for some reason.

...Well, okay, I'll admit that the photo of the dumpy fuckers holding up the goofy ass deformed Spongebob "for Palestine" is fucking hilarious. That's why I try to avoid internet SJW nonsense unless it's through the lens of Kiwi Farms, where sifting through oceans of retarded insufferable claptrap and just posting the shit that's still retarded but absurd enough to be funny is kind of the point.
That makes me MATI to no end. These fat shitbags are the epitome of slacktivism, doing the absolute bare minimum but I expect no less from the modern day SJW movement.

And how in the motherloving fuck are these ugly kiddie crafts supposed to help the Palestinian people? You're supposed to do all the money-related things and send in proof (which can easily be faked, by the way) to these bloated sacks of protoplasm and get a shitty barely-constitutes-as-a-craft that will likely be forgotten about a month out. If these "Fatties for a Free Palestine" were even remotely serious about solidarity, they'd put down the goddamn forks for a month and starve in solidarity with them. But they can't and won't, because they're as gutless as they are morbidly obese.

Fuck these stains on humanity, I hope Fat Camp gets BTFOed with storms this year that blows the whole farce over.
 
Don't know how accurate Accuweather is a month out, but right now they're predicting thunderstorms the entire weekend of Fat Camp.
In my experience, it's not accurate at all that far out, but the Fat Camp gang would probably welcome a weekend of thunderstorms so that they could cancel all non-eating activities.

Staying inside and binging on Walmart brand potato chips all weekend with no one bitching about why don't you get off your fat ass once in awhile and the smell of your infected skin folds is getting into the couch cushions and by the way, you're killing yourself with food? That would be living the dream for most of these sad sacks. They aren't normal people planning a fun weekend getaway; they're God's perfect eating machines, capable of destroying any processed carbohydrate on sight.
 
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