The man who films and edits her content for her job, and the woman she pays to bleach her hair. Are her friends.
It's still a
little less pathetic than Tess, who not only declared that the woman she paid to give her Brazilian waxes was her friend, but made her the guest on her (failed) podcast one week.
That salon chair is gobsmackingly huge, and she's spilling out of it like over-risen bread dough. And she thinks it's a win. And she went and posted photo proof for the entire goddamn internet to laugh over.
And here's the thing: she's made no mention of it being an XL chair; she's acting like it's a normal salon chair. And her brain-dead commenters are all congratulating her on her "non-scale victory":
Even her hairdresser joins in the congratulations, despite Anna making no mention of her forking over the money for a bariatric-sized chair:
Another client of the same hairdresser is a fat woman with lymphedema. She's much shorter than Anna, and while broad in the beam she's not as wide as Anna is. She sees that Tara got new chairs, and worries whether she'll fit in them. Instead of telling her not to worry, because it's a wider chair that Tara has generously bought in order to make her salon more accessible for deathfats, Anna holds tight to her non-scale victor status and basically says, "Well, fatty, Tara's still got the other chair that will fit
your fat ass."
And to top it all off, while Anna does credit Tara with doing everything she can to make her salon accessible to fatties, she claims there are no bariatric styling chairs available—when there obviously are, because Tara bought at least one, and Anna managed to squeeze her fat ass into it.
She is outright lying, holding fast to the story that, through all of her "hard work," she has lost enough weight to fit into a standard styling chair, when that is absolutely not the case (because we have EYES, Anna).
And in doing so, she's shitting all over her "friend," who invested in a chair to accommodate fat asses. She could have said, "Look at what Tara did to make her salon more accessible!", giving Tara the credit she's due, but no—Anna's got to grab every opportunity to make herself look better, and doesn't care if she has to lie or ignore others' contributions to do it.
If I were Tara, I'd be pissed, but lucky for her she's not actually a "friend," and only has to deal with Anna's bullshit for a couple of hours every few months. So may Tara's schedule fill up with so many fat chicks who are grateful for her efforts to accommodate them, she doesn't have any slots left for Anna's lying, glory-hogging ass.
This is why we hate you, Anna.