Chantal Sarault / Chantal Al-Refae / Foodie Beauty - Delusional drug fiend hamplanet mukbanger from Canada trying to be a glamorous online influencer. Pathological liar, huge bitch, narcissist, animal abuser

Today 95 fils equals 75 cents (again, I don't think she specified USD or CAD).

She's never been clever but her brain seems to be turning to sludge.

I guess it's a step up from when she thought everything was 1:1. Imagine not only moving to a new country and not knowing your dollar conversions, but not even knowing they're a thing.
It actually makes my stomach turn a little when I think of the whole situation. She wanted three things: To escape her taxes, to marry a man and to do youtube with him. So she looks up places that have no income tax and rents a husband from there thinking once her ass is filling two plane seats she'll have it all.

I rewatched some of her earlier videos in Kuwait and she crows more about how she won't have to pay taxes than she does about getting married.
The moment that really hit me was when she was saying Kuwait has no income tax and they have free healthcare and questions why Canada doesn't do the same.
The question really felt like it knocked the wind out of me; this is no act, she's really this stupid and has no idea how any of this works. She doesn't understand that being IN a country isn't the same as being a resident and that only residents get healthcare and tax breaks. I don't doubt she did no research, but it makes me wonder if Salah outright lied to her about residency and marriage, if she just never asked the details (and they both assumed this intensely retarded plan would work) or if she was told and just tuned it all out while in a manic high because she was about to get everything she wanted.

Sorry I know this is treading old ground it's just she's been there for over a year and still knows less about the country than a 10 year old skimming a wikipedia page.
Even the kid's version of the boardgame "Catan" teaches that different lands have different resources (and amounts of said resource) that hold very different value. I'd love to hear Chantal's explanation for where the money for healthcare comes from in Kuwait. I bet it involves genies and magic carpets.

She didn't look up the currency, she didn't look up how to become a resident, hell I doubt she even looked up the temperature.
She hates everything about that shithole and she stays because somehow that shows us. I try to imagine myself in that position and I just can't. Anyone else would be screaming and on the first plane home.

everything she's saying about FFG is truer for her

She has no perspective outside of herself so the only insults she can ever come up with are ones that either hurt her the most or have been used against her (inbred, desperate, fat, boring, insecure, unclean etc).
It makes it all the more hilarious when she cries about someone "house shaming" her fart box after years of calling FFGs place "Motel 6".
I wish I could remember which video it was but in one she was trying to snap back at a reactor who called her fat and said something along the lines of "I bet they all weight 900lbs." which she realizes can't be possible and tries to course correct with "I bet combined they weigh 900lbs"
It's hilarious to find the little moments every once in a while where she almost seems to remember that not everyone literally is her and that her insults only make sense when she's in front of a mirror.

She is REALLY clinging to "pretty" as her last port in the storm though, isn't she? Guess age, viewer count and income are all pretty much off the table so what else does she really have? She can't even shout "Where's your man??" now without a chorus of voices ringing back that they may not know, but they do know he's not getting ham farts behind the Seven 11 whilst raping the gilded pages of The Good Book.

Did I hear FFG right when she described herself as a “normal fat”. Looking at her headshot, there is no way FFG is not super morbidly obese as well.

I wish FFG would lose the weight. Can you imagine the rage we'd get?
Come on FFG, you're willing to put so much effort into all this other Chantal related bullshit, just hide off camera for a few months, stop eating pizza rolls or whatever and then come back to a scream from Kuwait so intense we can feel its vibrations here in Canada.

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We really need the BP chat open again. I miss catching the good stuff live with chat because it’s the only way I know if something fun is going down. @Null can we get it back pleeeaaasssee. Chantal can’t have much time left and I miss watching her rage with the BP mean girls and @lol cow supreme
Edit: @lol cow supreme I know how to get to it, I just forget. When it was at the top of the threads you knew that things were popping off on a livestream.
 
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I wish FFG would lose the weight. Can you imagine the rage we'd get?
Come on FFG, you're willing to put so much effort into all this other Chantal related bullshit, just hide off camera for a few months, stop eating pizza rolls or whatever and then come back to a scream from Kuwait so intense we can feel its vibrations here in Canada.
She’d have to give up her beloved weed to lose significant weight. Let’s be honest, it’s not going to happen as long as she has the cash to indulge her addiction.
 
I checked out Reddit and everyone is mass reporting her

FFG has rallied her troops to mass report Chantal as well

Humourless niggerfaggots the lot of them. Get off them soapboxes you are redditors and yt chatters, not the moral guardians of the Internet. Just point and laugh at the gunt slowly killing herself with carbs.
 
He still has his naddy daddy channel…for now anyway.

FFG has rallied her troops to mass report Chantal as well (with the time stamps). Interesting, given FFG’s side hustle is reliant on Chantal having a channel to react to. Stop this BS folks, I want to be able to watch her downfall.

Did I hear FFG right when she described herself as a “normal fat”. Looking at her headshot, there is no way FFG is not super morbidly obese as well to die.
It’s time for her to die. Literally and figuratively
 
We really need the BP chat open again. I miss catching the good stuff live with chat because it’s the only way I know if something fun is going down. @Null can we get it back pleeeaaasssee. Chantal can’t have much time left and I miss watching her rage with the BP mean girls and @lol cow supreme
BP Chat is still there and operating. Null set the chats to where you have to actually go INTO chat. It seems a lot of the gorls in here did not know how to go into the chat direclty, or just dont see it anymore.

You can get to the chat by clicking CHAT at the top of the forum and choosing Beauty Parlor. We never went away gorl. Come back!


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Did I hear FFG right when she described herself as a “normal fat”. Looking at her headshot, there is no way FFG is not super morbidly obese as well.
FFG was fat as shit back when she was appearing on-camera, doing lives during the Nader era. That she no longer appears on-camera tells me that she's only grown fatter. She may not be Chantal-sized, but she's a stoner, and makes no secret that she loves good food, loves to eat, and cooks and eats while high off her ass on a regular basis. So you cannot tell me that she has stayed at the same level of Class I obesity she was at two or three years ago.

She’d have to give up her beloved weed to lose significant weight. Let’s be honest, it’s not going to happen as long as she has the cash to indulge her addiction.
She also has the idea that because she's grown fat on decent-quality home-cooked food, she's in a qualitatively different class of fatty than Chantal—a gourmand, rather than a mere glutton. Her body's going to eventually have a word with her about that, because while being obese from overeating good food might not wreck Frenchie as hard or as fast as stuffiing herself with trashfood has wrecked Chantal, it's still fucking bad for you to overeat, and to be obese.

And frankly, if she was really such a gourmand, she'd look at stuffing herself while baked the fuck out of her gourd as an insult to good food. When you're stoned, all kinds of crappy food becomes either delicious, or the texture is such that chewing it feels pleasurable and satisfying in a way it never would while sober (helloooo, restaurant-sized bag of tortilla chips). So blazing up, and stuffing her face to excess with good home cooking? Bitch, you are not a better class of fatty.
 
What is even prompting this unhinged, repetitive bullshit? Did Salah fuck a skinny woman on top of her hideous couch and lick her asshole for 8 hours while Chantal seethed in a corner, clutching her ill gotten YouTube play button? She's acting like someone peed in her cornflakes (which she then consumed out of pure spite.)

Her new insult du jour is, ironically "get a life." She has repeated this countless times as she shakes and quakes, undoubtedly wagging her finger aggressively at the camera that isn't even turned on because her blood pressure is likely sky high and she looks like the round, red angry bird. Is she just pig mad that her own life is clearly over? She would and should very much desire to "get a life" and that window has closed.

Chantal, go take a long walk in the hot desert and call it a day. Let a camel spit in your mouth. Pet a feral cat with all the diseases. Swim in a pool of conjunctivitis and giardia. Even your rages are boring me to shit. Also, your sister hates you and so does your hussssband (and everyone else who has ever had the misfortune of encountering you in any passing interaction.)

I'm just always so amazed by her bravado. If I looked anything like her, if I had any passing awareness that my mind was as disfunctional as hers, if I saw for one moment, one fleeting glimpse of anything that resembled Chantal in my mirror I would exit society in shame, and rightly so. How is she....her?
 
What is even prompting this unhinged, repetitive bullshit? Did Salah fuck a skinny woman
I honestly believe the last couple of weeks starting with the "I'm so sick" black screen video uploads are related to her and Salah having trouble behind the scenes. If you noticed she didn't mention Salah once in any of these videos, when usually she's ranting about how her handsomest man husband is doting on her hand and foot. We know she's insane and very desperate, and Salah does not live there full time. She even goes as far as contacting men she's sleeping with as a sock account to try and get their attention. My schizo theory is this whole health arc was sparked by Salah being away from the fartbox for an extended period of time. "oh my god i'm so sick and dying if you don't show up and bring me food I will go back to Canada for my health journey". It's a shame there's no Kuwaiti peetz to let slip what is happening "behind the scenes". I'm sure it's very entertaining and fascinating what is actually happening day-to-day in Kuweight.
 
Chantal always acts like this when she is trying to eat healthy. She has absolutely no way to moderate her emotions without cramming herself full of sugar and carbs. The rages will last until Salah gives in and gets her a platter of rice and turds.

This. She's an addict going through withdrawal combined with a spoiled toddler who prides herself on how horribly she handles being told "no"

Chantal seems to see no value in anyone or anything that doesn't offer immediate large doses of dopamine, so she's also no doubt bored out of her mind.

Nothing around her interests her enough to be worth the effort of moving all that bulk around, she's disposed of all her friends when they were no longer useful, her pets are just props, she no longer has the dexterity or eyesight to play video games...

And lets pretend for one moment that her handsomest man was around. Pretend he lives there and they actually were married.
What the fuck would they even have to talk about? If he's doing anything it's with his friends or religious paraphernalia so he won't tell her about that and all she EVER talks about is food or reactors.

If you accept the reality she's trying to present as truth it's actually even sadder than this being a transactional relationship; the few things she does they both do together. Her english has eroded drastically and his was never great and hasn't improved so clearly they aren't having any deep conversations well into the night anyway but pretend

Just pretend:

You're Salah, you come home every night from your shift at Kuwait's version of walmart or whatever to this dirty, smelly, tiny apartment that your dirty, smelly wife just sits in all day. The first thing you hear when you walk in the door is a demand to order dinner, which you will have to do if you want to eat too because it's not your job to cook and anyway the kitchen is a rotting mess as is. You order the food and take your portion into the only other room; the bedroom, while your wife smacks her lips and chats away to her own filtered reflection. You hear every word of the rant even though you've closed the door because anything you do you have to do quietly or the livestream will pick it up.
You eat in silence and wait for her to finish. You take your disposable dishes out and throw them on the pile. Your wife sits in your gamer chair because she doesn't fit anywhere else so you're not playing any GTA. You're exhausted but your only choice is to do something quietly by yourself until its bedtime or go out with friends. Your wife is incredibly jealous and has already caught you cheating so if you do go out you have no idea what you'll come home to (a fit? her drinking the expired salad dressing? a note saying she's drained your shared account and flown back to canada again, A thinly veiled livestream rage about "reactors" that she'll make you watch later and you know is actually about you?) so instead you decide to talk to your wife.
But about what? If you bring up your next trip she'll complain she's not in shape, if you talk about getting in shape she'll fake another medical emergency.
It's not worth it, nothing she says ever makes sense anyway so you go to bed and just lie there until you feel the familiar thump of 500lbs hitting the other side of the mattress. You try to sleep but between her sounds, her smells and her CPAP machine it's not easy, not to mention she keeps turning on and off the lights to set the damn thing up and change out of her 10 layers of cheap plaid and rancid religious garbs.
You can't masterbate, even if you wanted to. You have no space to yourself in the bed and if she finds out you can get an erection she may expect some sexual activity just so she can brag about it online.
And the last thing you need is the online community knowing MORE about your perversions.
So you sleep until about 3am when the matress suddenly dips on your side. She's up and she thinks she's being sneaky despite the loud THUD she makes as she gets out of bed and the whispered cursing she does as she tries to remove her CPAP mask. You know she's going to livestream whatever disgusting, melted slop she can pour into her face for the next hour so you just pretend you can't hear her. On the bright side you'll have the bed to yourself for the rest of the night and can try to block out the sounds of empty juice boxes hitting the floor one after another until your next shift.

It's that every single day.
This all being a fake marriage by two retarded grifters is actually the less depressing option, in my opinion.

Whoops, I meant this post to be more about how she starts fights and drama because the anger and occasionally, if she thinks she won the fight, smug satisfaction are the only things she has left to give her a rush of big emotions because she can't take pleasure in small things.
Oh well, you all get this instead.
 
Chantal can’t “rage” or “is bad at this” because it’s hardly ever authentic. It’s always (now) to rile up the only drama she can because Kuwait and her life is so fucking mundane and boring. She still gets superchats (quickly deleted) and in some ways her rage-baiting works but not as much like before.

come on Chantal, put some skills into it if you’re going to fake it, pop a blood vessel or something
 
There is the real fatso , eating and raging , back to normal now, no longer hiding her gluttony and shovelling food in while she admonishes her dwindling viewers for trying to tell her anything about nutrition and how she should eat.
She will never change, she might pretend to try and make changes, same as she keeps on pretending she is married to the shitlord. At least she has never fooled the farms , people on here see straight through her terrible acting and have always called her out, anyone that has watched her for a while should know her routine by now.
Lie , eat , lie eat , lie some more, sympathy vote time , lie eat .
She is no longer entertaining, and everyone is just bored with her lies now.
All we are actually doing is waiting for her demise, yes that might be sad but it is the most entertaining thing that is going on with fatso and her shite loving wannabe rapist.
Delusional, greedy lazy fat useless fuck living with a self absorbed narcissist, freak that is obsessed with shit and raping white Christian women.
I don’t think it sounds much like a sitcom, more of a fucking freak show.
 
She doesn't understand that being IN a country isn't the same as being a resident and that only residents get healthcare and tax breaks.
In fairness, she's coming from Canada where the newly imported brown people demand and receive anything/everything the country has to offer regardless of immigration status.
I wish FFG would lose the weight. Can you imagine the rage we'd get?
Come on FFG, you're willing to put so much effort into all this other Chantal related bullshit, just hide off camera for a few months, stop eating pizza rolls or whatever and then come back to a scream from Kuwait so intense we can feel its vibrations here in Canada.
This would be fucking glorious. I would love this. I don't see it happening though. Has a fatty every managed to escape the fattening of gorlworld?
 
Foodies rages always confuse me, because she makes all of these statements about FFG being overweight, unattractive, etc, while completely ignoring the fact that she's all of those things to the absolute extreme.

"She's fat" - true, but bitch you weigh well over 400lbs and lie about it
"She has fupa balls" - we've seen yours swinging, and it's like nothing I've ever seen before. It isn't "normal" to have them.
"I've never been evicted" - you've claimed bankruptcy at least three times. Most people don't go through such a severe type of insolvency even once in their life
"Your YouTube channel is dying" - you're losing viewers because you do nothing except stuff your face on bread and pickles.

She doesn't seem to understand that she's such an anomaly that people want to give commentary on her, and people are happy to listen to that to avoid watching the raw footage. They're not saying they're better or worse, they're simply highlighting how fucking bonkers Foodies existence is.

And I wonder how Salad feels about her stating that anybody would rather "smash" her, than FFG? Not to mention, we all know that Salad doesn't touch her, let alone sleep with her. What if his family watch her YouTube? It's hardly the pious Muslim image she always tries to portray.
 
Foodies rages always confuse me, because she makes all of these statements about FFG being overweight, unattractive, etc, while completely ignoring the fact that she's all of those things to the absolute extreme.

"She's fat" - true, but bitch you weigh well over 400lbs and lie about it
"She has fupa balls" - we've seen yours swinging, and it's like nothing I've ever seen before. It isn't "normal" to have them.
"I've never been evicted" - you've claimed bankruptcy at least three times. Most people don't go through such a severe type of insolvency even once in their life
"Your YouTube channel is dying" - you're losing viewers because you do nothing except stuff your face on bread and pickles.

She doesn't seem to understand that she's such an anomaly that people want to give commentary on her, and people are happy to listen to that to avoid watching the raw footage. They're not saying they're better or worse, they're simply highlighting how fucking bonkers Foodies existence is.

And I wonder how Salad feels about her stating that anybody would rather "smash" her, than FFG? Not to mention, we all know that Salad doesn't touch her, let alone sleep with her. What if his family watch her YouTube? It's hardly the pious Muslim image she always tries to portray.
I’ve never seen her throw an insult at someone that couldn’t apply to her, it’s fascinating, ik there’s a self aware voice inside of her head that escapes on the rare occasion…this is a throwback but anyone remember that video where she was talking about the ‘horrors’ of apartment shopping with peetz, how she nearly died after having to walk a block? If you can find that video that’s a prime example.

It must take all her energy and nearby fat/sugar to keep this voice subdued, no wonder she’s always ‘tired’. This is why the whole therapy thing is a moot point, therapy would make her confront and start listening to this voice and when you’ve fucked your life/body up this much why bother?

I’m gonna tell you all now, Chantal is literally just killing time till Lord beetus takes her in her sleep (that’s her ideal scenario) anyway, we’re watching a passively suicidal person but lol fat animal abuser so who cares.
 
One of the highlights from last night. Courtesy of AshRenee:
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That's hilarious. "He wanted to shit on a stupid whore. That's different." Like it's totally normal.

It appears that Salah is around a lot more when Chins promises (for the umpteenth time) that she's going to exercise and try to lose weight/take care of her health. That's the bargain she has to make to have him around, but the call of gluttony and sloth always wins. If he still believes that it will be different "THIS TOIME," he's dumber than I thought. I wonder if he was trying to get her to go to the moldy pool or try to climb the stairs again and it set her off.

I remember after Nader convinced her to join a gym with him and she had an anxoity attack in the parking lot before the first visit, she was bawling on stream that she would never be able to "keep up with him." "I want to find someone who loves me for what I am right now" said the woman who embodies all seven of the deadly sins and has ZERO redeeming qualities. Yet she has a whole laundry list of "must haves" in a man, starting with he has to be hot and he has to be fit. In fact, she didn't like the name of one man who contacted her on Tinder (I think it was Bert) and she said "I don't think I could date man named Bert."

Dream on, Gunt.
 
I watched her most recent vids last night and what a fucking character she is. She seems to have a thing for foreign black guys, or more likely, they are the only guys desperate enough to date her. I don't think she has EVER shown a full body shot of herself but she has to be pushing at least 400lbs based on the shots of her in the car, as she appears to basically be pushed against the steering wheel. I'd guess she's well north of 400lbs at this point.

She eats massive amounts of high calorie food. Giving up meat and replacing it with fried potatoes and cheese is a bad trade. At least meat provides satiety. She's also been talking about "going to the gym" which is just laughable at her weight. Burning 50 calories on a 20 minute half mile walk on the treadmill does jack shit when your diet is that awful.
I dedicate this little poem to Chinny Marie Chantal.
A poem just for her


In Kuwait's heat, a woman’s plight,
A Canadian lost in the desert night.
She gorges and films, a sad display,
On YouTube, she throws her life away.

Obesity binds her, a self-made chain,
Each bite a ticket to endless pain.
Her channel thrives on morbid delight,
As she devours her way into the night.

Sugary drinks and greasy fries,
Her arteries clog as her spirit dies.
Diabetes stalks her, a silent foe,
Yet she gorges on, for all to know.

Her followers watch, a digital crowd,
As she stuffs her face and laughs out loud.
A tragic show, her health ignored,
Each calorie counts, her death assured.

Kuwait’s sands may shift and change,
But her habits stay within their range.
A gluttonous feast, a futile fight,
She feasts on sorrow, night by night.

Her camera rolls, her life on display,
A cautionary tale of a wasted way.
From the land of maple to desert’s grasp,
Her future slips through her fingers' clasp.

Mockery and pity blend online,
As she gorges and pretends she's fine.
A sad spectacle for the world to see,
A life consumed by gluttony.
 
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