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

wonder if some of her family has just let her go already.
Her brother doesn't talk to her at all; he's clearly had enough of Anna's shit.

What’s going to be next when she realizes she can’t suck 400 lbs of fat out of her? I’d love to hear what that doctor promised her that will not happen.
So far, I'm not seeing much of a difference in her appearance, despite everything being packed down tight in a compression garment.

I think reality will hit her when she starts shooting the next clothing haul, and things still don't fit right over her gigantic hips and thighs. Also, once she's free of the compression garments, all the pain that she was complaining about pre-surgery is likely to make a return. Keeping all of those massive fat deposits packed down tight so they aren't constantly shifting and bouncing may be helping her a lot more than she thinks, and the realization that she can't just let her candy juice fly free without ongoing pain may be a rude awakening for her.

So I fully expect her to get the additional surgeries she has planned, and continue pursuing further surgeries until she suffers major complications. There are lots of plastic surgery patients who get caught in a loop of thinking the next surgery will be the one that finally lets them achieve perfection, and I expect Anna to end up one of them. I can see her changing surgeons once she decides it's this one's fault for not giving her the (unrealistic) result she really wanted. And if she's paying out-of-pocket for these procedures and follow-up care, it's possible she'll only stop when she runs out of money.

I'm here for it, at any rate; a good shitshow us guaranteed, no matter what the outcome.
 
Should she still be leaking so bad that she needs plastic on the car seats and 3 or 4 absorb pads? Or is that because of how large she is?
Probably, plus she's a sweaty, filthy eat beast dropping food and fluids when she isn't recovering from cosmetic liposuction. The car plastic is probably the best decision Jon has ever made, so his car isn't permanently reeking of Anna.
 
Anna is now stating her lipedema caused her to hyper mobility issues and the dermatologist she is getting her surgery from states she has EDS.

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“See? SEE?! It’s totally real you guys, a doctor said so. I really do have [obscure munchie disorder]. Nuh-uh, I swear I’m not lying!”

She really is the fat kid caught with her paw in the cookie jar. All of this seething and coping to convince an increasingly skeptical audience that she’s done everything right.

I wonder if it’s directed at dad.
 
The bullshit just never fucking ends with her, does it? (No, it doesn't—I know.)

One would think that if EDS/ hypermobility was an issue for her, she would have much worse joint problems than she no doubt currently does, and that she would not have embarked on her "running journey" last year because she would have been physically unable to.

Also, one would reasonably expect that the trainers at RunLab would have noticed if she had issues with joint hypermobility while analyzing her gait, and that they would have changed the focus of their work with her away from running and any sort of high-impact exercise, and encouraged her to hit the pool and do safe, low-impact strength training.

Claiming EDS is a massive munchie red flag. That Anna is already claiming that all of her fat is lipedema that must be surgically removed (after pursuing no other proven treatment options, such as compression garments, lymph massage, and weight loss on an anti-inflammatory diet) is one hell of a claim to make, and expect it to be believed.

And funny, how she's still been able to go pursue the activities she's wanted to, but when it was something she didn't like, or was losing enthusiasm for, or was doing performatively for the camera, she suddenly had all of this unspecified pain that sent her back to bed in the middle of the day.

One thing about a munchie lipedema/EDS arc: she's going to have to tell a lot more lies, about subjects for which there are a lot of established facts, and she's going to get a lot of those facts wrong, or at least half-ass them because she's not really interested in the facts.

I was getting really sick of endless clothing hauls and uninformative, uninspiring travel vids, but I'm totally here for this munchie arc. This shit's going to be hilarious.
 
"I wish my life was so uncomplicated that I had time to be mad about something as silly as how a stranger felt about their food order."

She should always be reminded that she cried about not getting the bagel she wanted, "Just can't win aboohoo!"
While staying in her nice NYC hotel room, this big ol' privileged ass has tears in her eyes because she couldn't stuff her face with pumpernickel and cream cheese.
She's insane and this new era is full of possibilities.
 
It’s so strange and somehow satisfying, in a sick way, to see a munchie develop in real time. Like watching the Hindenburg disaster. You know things are gonna explode. She’s gonna park her ass in bed and that will be the end of her. Roald Dahl would have written an amazing children’s tale about her.
 
Should she still be leaking so bad that she needs plastic on the car seats and 3 or 4 absorb pads? Or is that because of how large she is?
She doesn’t have vacuum drains to siphon away all the fluid build up, so she’ll keep leaking until it stops. With plastic surgeries where drains are used, they might be draining fluid for a few days or a few weeks. It’s going to take as long as a persons body takes, in this case Anna’s. She really does need to keep the compression garment on, as well as her bandages.
 
Anna's entire body is made of lipedema? Am I getting this right?
It's not from the endless fatty queetches, boxes o' snax, enormous Disney desserts and gallons of sugary alcohol--swallowed in secret while fatting around on the couch--while Data contemplates suicide?
It's just fibrotic tissue, attaching itself to her smooth brain until she goes hogwild and eats entire Thanksgiving dinners all by herself because she's a forever friendless, 40 year old virgin? Is this correct?
 
So, my never having cried over a fucked up food order somehow makes me "magical"?

Anna really does live in a different reality. I mean, god damn.

Also, nobody made her walk two miles, in pain, to the bagel shop; she did that to herself, and is not to be admired for it. She could have got a cab at any point, or taken a shorter route. And in going on about her pain, she admitted that she ignores what her overtaxed, chronically inflamed body is desperately trying to tell her, just as she ignores anything else she doesn't want to hear, or reframes it in her favor.

And she not only ate a bagel loaded with cream cheese, which isn't something that would be on an anti-inflammatory diet, but she also ate that disgusting cotton candy unicorn thing, which is nothing but spun sugar and artificial flavors/colorings, and was the absolute last goddamned thing anybody suffering from chronic inflammation needs to eat. And she ate them both within just a couple of hours, on top of whatever meals she had, and whatever sugary beverages she drank, and—

She is her own worst enemy, and there is absolutely nothing anybody can say to her that is meaner and more thoughtless than what she does to herself on a daily basis. All of which makes her a great lolcow, who will meet a suitably dismal end, but damn, her classic Narc response had me MATI there for a moment.

Anna, your literal entire audience is made up of people interested in "something as silly as how a stranger felt about their food order". If you think that's pathetic how about you have a modicum of self respect and get a real job?
If everybody had been going on about how great it was that she ate those things, and expressed envy of her ability to do so, and was sympathetic regarding her wrong-bagel meltdown, she wouldn't have seen any of those responses as pathetic emotional overinvestment in a stranger's reaction to getting the wrong food order. It's only when the responses aren't in her favor that suddenly we all become a bunch of losers with nothing better to do but judge her.
 
She can say she has whatever conditions: low impact controlled exercise and a better diet is basically the treatment for all of it. Just from a layman logical point of view, I don't think any sort of range of motion testing could say anything but LULFAT. How could Anna have any condition that isn't impacted or being directly induced by her morbid obesity?

This isn't like when a woman isn't taken seriously because she could stand to lose 20 pounds. It's not like a doctor refusing to treat or diagnosis arthritis in someone because "you just need to lose weight and you'll feel better." Anna isn't 20, or even 100lbs overweight. She's like two entire people's bodyweight overweight. She's My 600lbs Life material.

So I could totally see her having crazy numbers on a range of motion test because maybe her legs sit 24/7 at odd extended angles.... because she's that fucking fat. Her body might bend in odd ways... because her bulk is literally pulling her apart as she hurples around. She never brought any of this up in her "I'm a Gym Unicorn" era. She never brought any of it up when she was supposedly all involved with Run Lab, people who you think would be able to diagnose such things....

Anna is way, way too sloppy to make a good munchie, and she also doesn't seem very good at DFE'ing and instead makes her little callout posts begging for her fans to comfort her- which makes them aware of the situation. For instance she's already claimed the reason her bandages are falling off is that she's just a "fast healer", but supposedly EDS mean SLOW wound healing.... That's just one little thing, but they add up over time.

EDS really is the new "muh fibro", huh?
 
Also, nobody made her walk two miles, in pain, to the bagel shop; she did that to herself, and is not to be admired for it. She could have got a cab at any point, or taken a shorter route.
Clearly you don’t understand Anna’s logic. She HAD to walk that two miles, because in her mind that burned off all the calories she planned to eat. 😉

Of course that walk didn’t come close to the calories in the cotton candy or the bagel, but she thinks it does.
 
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