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
“I understand that, Da’Shaun, but if you don’t eat, your body will assume you’re starving yourself and will store all those fats—this will make you gain more weight.”
I recognize that name. The writer of that article is Da'Shaun Harrison, who is a personal friend of Ashleigh Shackleford, and his admirers include not just Corissa and Juliana but Jude Valentin. I know I said something about him here before, so I searched my previous posts for his name.

November 2020: Jude retweets Da'Shaun complaining about thin people who buy clothes made for fat people.

June 2021: Jude retweets an announcement that Da'Shaun is going to be on a podcast to talk about "deconstructing HAES and reimagine 'health'."

A couple days later, on Instagram, Juliana posted a screenshot of another one of Da'Shaun's tweets: "i'm working through all of these thoughts & questions in my book. it's time we move away from "fat people can be healthy too," and it's even time we move away from "health doesn't determine your right to live." it's time we understand that health was only created for some".

This all happened less than a month after Da'Shaun was mentioned in an LA Times article called "Fat Shaming, BMI and alienation: COVID-19 brought new stigma to large-sized people."

Osborn took the helm in January, as she was recovering from COVID-19. She and the NAAFA board are focused on “creating a more inclusive fat community.” They also are addressing the impact of COVID-19 on people of size.

The webinar tackled “Diet Culture and Fat Shaming in the Age of the Coronavirus,” and there was way too much to talk about — including the embrace of a three-letter word most of the world still views as a slur.

“I started to think almost immediately about what it would look like for me as a fat Black person,” said panelist Da’Shaun L. Harrison, whose exploration of race and weight, “The Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness,” will be published in August.


“I know how the medical industry engages people who look like me,” Harrison said, “who show up with bodies like mine, with skin like mine, right?”

Harrison knew because of a lifetime of interactions with doctors who looked at the body before them and wanted to treat weight instead of asthma or gastrointestinal distress, who celebrated Harrison’s weight loss as a child instead of addressing the illness that caused it.

“Especially as a kid, it was very damaging for me,” Harrison said. “It set a precedent for me that it didn’t matter how good I did or did not feel in my body. What mattered was if I was thin.”

The 24-year-old showed up in an ambulance at an Atlanta emergency room in the heart of the pandemic: a fat, black nonbinary person who uses the pronouns “they” and “them,” with a cough and chest pains, who hadn’t slept and had trouble breathing.


Harrison had just been lifted out of the ambulance. They were lying on a stretcher in the early morning darkness, terrified they had COVID-19 and could die, fearful of what would happen to them once inside the hospital walls. A male nurse walked up.

“Wow, you’re so big,” he said to Harrison by way of introduction. “The first thing we need to do is get this weight off you.”

Tl; dr for the spoiler: He was only 24 years old, and one night at the height of the pandemic he had to be carried into an emergency room on a stretcher because he had coughing, chest pains, and difficulty breathing, From his perspective, the worst thing about the whole ordeal was when a male nurse walked up to him and said "Wow, you’re so big. The first thing we need to do is get this weight off you.” Also, he wrote a book called "The Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness," which is probably how the LA Times heard of him even though he lives in Atlanta.

He doesn't have a thread here, but he could probably support one.
 
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Ahh, Romulans!!!
But seriously, most women care what our dads think about us. It’s kind of a big part of growing up right and not starting an OF.
It's probably different for men than it is for women, when it comes to caring what your dad thinks of you. If you grew up with a man who provided for the family, there's often this expectation that you have to follow suit, especially as an older son. I didn't own land or have a family in my 20's. All men are expected to make covenants with their fathers to be a certain kind of man, and the troon feels guilty for that.

I hope what you mean is that your father helps you value yourself enough that your broad and blunt sexuality is something you give when you want to, that isn't for sale, because you don't owe men that, and if that is what is required for men to look your way, forget them.
 
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Sure!

Pay for YOUR OWN doctor bills and leave the rest of us out of it!
If you get stuck in a crevice, butter the sides and slide YOURSELF out of it without wasting precious resources!
If you get an obesity related illness/injury... YOU PAY FOR IT!

The rest of us sincerely want autonomy from the tyranny of:

FAT
ENTITLED
NIGGERS
BOONZ
TROONZ
POONZ
FAGGOTS
and GOONZ
 
Sorry, what?

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I assume the artist just drew his friends/traced a photo and there just happened to be a dog but still, lol.


And on the GfM: lol, FAT!
I think the inclusion of dogs is supposed to show that whores are normal people with jobs and houses who have pets in those houses that they provide food and litle doggie sweaters for, because they're not junkies living on the street. Which is actually quite discriminatory against the unhoused and non-sober, JULIANA.
 
Imagine donating again to a scam gofundme, which is what anything JULIANA posts, is. Lmao.

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The ever-increasing ridiculousness of e-begging reminds me of what someone said about hippies in the late 60s/early 70s. They weren't going to live by society's rules, Man, but they always expected handouts.
 
Tl; dr for the spoiler: He was only 24 years old, and one night at the height of the pandemic he had to be carried into an emergency room on a stretcher because he had coughing, chest pains, and difficulty breathing, From his perspective, the worst thing about the whole ordeal was when a male nurse walked up to him and said "Wow, you’re so big. The first thing we need to do is get this weight off you.” Also, he wrote a book called "The Belly of the Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness," which is probably how the LA Times heard of him even though he lives in Atlanta.
He also was hospitalized for a heart attack at 17.
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https://www.instagram.com/dashaunlh/p/Cy_kBtlpq2D/

10 years ago, my life changed completely. i was on a high; so much in life was going great for me. i was 17, a senior in high school, preparing for college interviews and to end my high school marching band career on a high note (i was head drum major and we were in the middle of competition season 💅🏿).

and then, on tuesday, october 29, 2013, in the middle of the school day, i started experiencing heart palpitations for the first time in my life. they were constant, and i ignored them for hours. i was focused on the marching band showcase i had that night, the interview with Harvard’s admissions office later that week, and the marching band competition coming up that weekend. but eventually, the palpitations became unbearable. my childhood best friend forced me to go to the school nurse because i had been complaining to her about “my chest feeling weird and sore” all day. everything from that moment forward is a bit of a blur.

i went to the nurse. she calmly called my mom and told her i needed to be picked up and taken to the medical mall for immediate attention. my nana picked me up, rushed me there, and they told me i needed to be seen by my primary care physician immediately. i went to the doctors office and, from there, was rushed to the emergency room. i don’t remember much after this because i had lost consciousness. my mom tells me they had to restart my heart, noting that the cardiologist told her that if i’d waited any longer to get there, i would not have survived.

these pictures are from days later. since then, i’ve had two heart surgeries and an innumerable amount of cardiology appointments. but i’m still here. there is a lot to say about the antifat and/as antiblack violence i’ve experienced along the way for this past decade, but for now, i’m just here to celebrate my survival. and to remind myself that there is no shortage of people in the world (and beyond) who love and care for me fiercely. grateful for that and for them.​

But remember, making obese kids lose weight is abuse:

THERE IS NO OTHER WAY TO PUT IT. FORCING EXERCISE AND DIETS ON YOUR CHILDREN IS AN ATTEMPT TO PUNISH THEM FOR THEIR (PERCEIVED) FATNESS AND THAT IS ABUSE.

TW: this piece discusses anti-fatness, fat camps, diet & exercise, and familial/social child abuse. please proceed with caution.

I have been
fat for as far back as my memory will allow me to reach. Before I even knew—or cared, for that matter—about the largeness of my body in comparison to others around me, others made clear to me that it was an issue. Not quite an issue for me, but an issue for how they perceived me. Left and right, day-in and day-out, people projected their hate for fatness onto my body.

I was picked on and bullied constantly in elementary school for my weight. I was a “hypersensitive” little fat boy who everyone saw as a target. Other than a few, even my “friends” treated me horribly for my size. I would pick on myself for not being able to do the pull-ups in PE before my PE teacher, or my peers, could. I would pretend that I was just apathetic about the mile run, and would walk it instead so that no one could make fun of the fat boy who tried hard to keep up with his thin peers and failed. Eventually, after I internalized all of this, it led to me being the angry fat Black boy who posed a threat to others. I started fighting a lot, being combative with my teachers, threatening my peers, and ultimately spending more time in suspension than I did in class. This would continue through middle school. There is a conversation there about anti-fat bullying as part of the school-to-prison pipeline, but that is a different conversation for a different piece.
https://dashaunharrison.com/forcing-children-to-lose-weight-is-child-abuse/ (Archive)
I like how he admits he beat other kids up but tries to make himself sound like the victim.

As a child, ok, but as an adult, you have access to dietician support who can literally draw up a ‘what to eat and when ‘ plan.
So many excuses.
Never forget: Tess Holiday claimed to have anorexia. It's just a way to make saying 'diet' in front of them a hate crime.
He looks like one of those gay guys where you stopped hanging out for any reason because you know you'll have to watch him cry at some point.
He claims to be bi, and seethed at straight black women being uncomfortable dating bi guys:
Online, many people have had very long and exhaustive conversations about biphobia and how it played out in the show. I saw a lot of people—more notably, cisgender heterosexual Black women—arguing that it is wrong and deceitful for men to hide or not make clear that they are bisexual. This is a premise I am deeply uncomfortable with, not only because I am a person who both dates and has sex with people of varying gender identities, but also because it just does not make sense. If someone is looking to be in a monogamous relationship, who they’ve dated should not matter, nor should it matter what genders they take sexual and/or romantic interest in. The need to know who your partner has slept with is rooted in patriarchal violence and, in this case, heterosexism.
https://dashaunharrison.com/love-is-blind-exposes-biphobia-heterosexism-and-internalized-shame/ (Archive)
Even though it's a serious problem that black women contract HIV at higher rates than women of other races because of black guys banging other dudes on the down low, Da'Shoun's feelings are obviously more important.

He also seethes at people mistaking him for a man just because he is one:
However, I was not prepared for the response that the article would bring. After the piece went live I was met with an onslaught of antagonisms masked as criticisms from various cisgender Black women and gay men who insisted upon engaging me as though I am a cisgender man—many of whom are very aware that I am not. Overwhelmingly, I was being asked to account for the sins of cisgender men for critiquing a white woman who I believed then, and do believe now, is using Black people—and Black women, more specifically—to gain the “Black Vote.” This instance reminded me of so many of the other times I’ve been engaged this way, and that has led me to writing this: nonbinary people assigned male at birth (amab) are not men. Engaging us as if we are is cissexist.
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Since I started openly identifying as nonbinary nearly four years ago, this is nearly always how I am engaged. People who I date and/or have sex with need me to be a Man so that they don’t have to contend with their ugly politic around gender. Other marginalized Black people need me to be a Man when I offer a sound critique so that they can build a campaign against me rooted only in a politic around identity and not in love or principle.

I came to this realization when I saw it happening not only to me, but also to fellow fat Black nonbinary people—amab, afab, and intersex people. Fat Black amab-nonbinary people are engaged as the monster under the bed and in the closet; we are asked to bury our transness so that cis + thin people are able to find their victimhood through us; we are stripped of our humanity—and our desire to exist away from or outside of the oppressive nature of the gender binary—and demanded to take comfort in being the antagonist in a story we never asked to be written into.

My fatness, and my dark skin, and people’s disinterest in separating the phallus from cis manhood leaves me to be interacted with as a hyperaggressive masculinist. Yet no one seems to call this exactly what it is: anti-fat, anti-Black, and cissexist. There is no other way around it. And the only reason people don’t choose to interject on my behalf in most cases is because no matter how many times I say otherwise, people can’t conceptualize this body of mine away from manhood. They don’t want to. And because there is no currency in protecting, showing up for, and caring for nonbinary people, they do not have to. So we are asked again to be seen as nothing more than the monsters the rest of the world needs us to be for them.
https://dashaunharrison.com/affirming-trans-people-means-caring-for-amab-nonbinary-folks-too/ (Archive)
"Why can't this movement be more about me?"

His website is an eyesore:
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TikTok can’t die soon enough for me. It’s the platform that seems to have the most misinformation ever, let alone the Chinese spy issues.
It's like the Chinese took all of the US social media platforms (that our own government was already using to spy on and manipulate us with), distilled out all of the worst aspects of each one of them, and then combined that together to create the perfect monstrosity of an app that would further idiotize the already dumbest and most vapid of Americans and manipulate them into complete self-sabotage, in the most efficient way.

It's no wonder so many cows are addicted to it.
 
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