Kelly Lenza / LividLipids / softbodytendermind / ass_child / photopotamus - "Radical body liberationist”, Intentionally Repulsive, Uber woke middle-aged SJW influencer wannabe, doxed her former therapist for getting WLS, ate her way to heart failure

I'm surprised no pearl clutchers minded Kelly being high and posting at a green light.
I didn't read it as her being high or posting while at the light, but at some point later. I could be wrong. She may not have been driving herself, though she probably was. Maybe she got her seat fixed.

But I'm going to say it's not really pearl clutching to say that people shouldn't be high
or playing with their phones behind the wheel. I doubt her kids were with her, so she can go ahead and wrap that shit around a lamppost as a final service to mankind.
 
For this I have no words. I just want to highlight the phrase "I needed to speak up and eventually get me and my kid out."
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Tonight I took my kid to a kid Valentine's Day party and it devolved into host kid "roasting" the others and it turned into saying fat is ugly and fat is ugly like (my kid's) mom. Let the first one slide but spoke up after the second. Became clear none of the other adults were gonna back me up. So we left.

If the stupid fatphobic ding dong ditcher hadn't hit yesterday today might've been something I could get thru without feeling like I needed to speak up and eventually get me and my kid out.

I think the most exhausting part is just like. Ppl act like I'm fucking crazy and overreacting. You get ppl harassing you in your home - to your face - in other ppl's homes - in public - you probably would be fucking angry and tired of dealing with this too.

But also even tho I feel ashamed and bad I also am just angry and tired. I'm tired of this shit. I'm tired of sitting thru it.

I'm tired of letting ppl get away with being silent and looking away uncomfortably bcuz they have to witness the shit they teach themselves and their kids. You won't be embarrassed of your kid being shitty to party guests if you don't teach your kid it's ok to comment on ppl's bodies. Go fig
But don’t worry I guess the ding dong ditching wasn’t so bad cuz she kept posting like this

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I'm so confused. Is this a humble brag?
Look at how many diverse and creative ways I can humiliate my children.
Because Kelly works hard to be both fat and ugly, and she really wants people to notice.

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“You get ppl harassing you in your own home - to your face”…

I had a feeling Jerry wasn’t okay with her recent behaviour; that’s how I interpret that. Could be other relatives but it’s most likely Jerry trying to put a halt to her gallop.

God, I wish her kids had a saner, more stable home life.
 
"Staggeringly Horny at Target Pharmacy" sounds like the worst punk band ever.

But unless she's larping, I'll consider the "too horny to go inside the store" comment as confirmation she's buying drugs from her freak hookups. Major meth vibes. Perhaps the hookup app arc is really a drug binge with strangers arc.
It sounds like particularly strong weed.

Honestly, brain melting stuff, but benign as far as drugs go. I don't think Kelly would be able to try meth and keep her mouth shut.
 
“You get ppl harassing you in your own home - to your face”…

I had a feeling Jerry wasn’t okay with her recent behaviour; that’s how I interpret that. Could be other relatives but it’s most likely Jerry trying to put a halt to her gallop.

God, I wish her kids had a saner, more stable home life.
I mean she is banned from one of her SIL’s houses so.. it could be Jerry’s family in general also. heck, one of the SILs lives with them surprised she hasn’t said anything since her brother clearly won’t. I think she would out right say it if her and Jerry were fighting. She has before.

I worry about those girls and I feel quite tarded for it as I do not know them personally. It’s only going to get worse from here for them. their preteen and teen years are going to be messy. Cows that have kids are hard to watch sometimes.
 
I'm surprised no pearl clutchers minded Kelly being high and posting at a green light.

It’s not pearl clutching to hate drink and drug drivers.

It’s not just their own lives they are risking but other innocent road users. They kill people.

Kelly in a small car is a 70 MPH two ton lethal weapon.

Because Kelly works hard to be both fat and ugly, and she really wants people to notice.

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That back of her head, with those ingrained stubbly fat creases, and the blubbery neck wider than the skull, is somehow more disgusting than any other part of her grotesque malodorous body.
 
New whinging post. I swear Im going to stop checking in on this sentient pit of misery once a week. I'm dropping her down to once a month. This is long so didn't bother screenshotting.

Despair attack post!
A new kind of weed isn't hitting. I take it primarily to help w insomnia even tho yes i do love being high. When I don't take it, I generally feel a lot of despair, I send a lot of despairing messages. I have a really hard time "holding it in" but also it often hurts my relationships. Which means I try harder to hold it in and then explode 🙂↕️👌🏻
it's so shitty how much of a people pleaser i can be. it has screwed me over in so many ways but the way im thinking of right now is how i try to guess what ppl want from me and sometimes more literally who they want ME to be. I can twist myself into foolish little eggshell-walking pretzels doing this shit. i end up v scared of ppl I love v much. and being so cautious and disclaimer everything, try to give ppl an easy out of uncomfortable topics
I was typing an emotional message earlier to someone earlier and typed, "I try not to ask for what I need" and cried when I realized what I'd typed. it's true tho. like it is not surprising im not sure what i want besides like. sleep, to feel connected to ppl in nice ways (TO LOVE & BE LOVED), and physical pleasure (pervert shit but also eating and crafting and working out and being in nature).
but like what do i want out of relationships past love & be loved? I dunno. Obviously I need some shit. I need evidence on a regular basis that the person does in fact care about me. And like as I've been doing hookups, trying to be FWBs, etc like I'm learning what I can and can't deal w over again. Even w Jerry. Like unforch when u are in a long ass relationship u have to reassess periodically still too
But also sometimes I just have no fuckin clue! I'm operating w what is my best educated guess and it can still be totally wrong. Which maybe should be a duh but . Not a duh for me in practice I guess.
i feel like everyone is already suffering. there is no room for my suffering, which is bigger than me so I boil over myself.
it often takes v little to have me smiling to myself about someone. i have had ppl concerned about that before. it definitely helps me get into Situations
I love most ppl v much already (freaks ppl out).
Friendship, romance, and sex are all v diffused and overlapping for me (freaks ppl out). Filial/friendship love is not easily identifiable to me as separate from romantic love. For me, sexual attraction & activity is separate from feeling love, tho sex also is often an expression of love.
I can get why ppl are weirded out by it like I get it. These rules define a lot of relationships and life stages for ppl. So much identity wrapped up in relationships and how we practice them. So much violence over them. Like there is so much that goes into defining these things and what they mean to us and other ppl. Of course ppl are freaked out by my feelings. Bcuz they like. Just don't match whole systems and identities of being so like. Yeah of course ppl hate it. But I still feel it whoops
i like to think im a good friend but maybe im not. maybe "everyone" is correct that I'm a piece of shit that should def die sooner rather than later. that's the shit im working sooo hard to interrupt every five seconds. it's like trying to fight my way out of a net or sweater. it looks like it should be easy and probably is if you're fuckin regulated
Anyway I guess like. im a fat hyperromantic hypersexual trans autistic w trauma lmao
maybe some shit I need...I need physical touch, the more frequent the better. I sometimes need protocols/guidelines/scripts/plans to follow (it's hard to write this one. I feel like I shouldn't need this, like oh what if it's "just" anxiety. trying to accept that this is where im at even if it isn't something other ppl need). I need to be able to be pretty open w ppl - if a lot of topics are off limits or I don't feel like I can share my feels I start feeling explosive from the strain of holding back. Similarly, I need to be able to tell ppl how Im feeling even if it's weird shit, whether it's an i love u or I am so full of poop or stupid star wars jokes only I get or whatever. I need to be able to talk about uncomfortable shit w ppl (I have lost so many relationships to ppl just peace-outing the first time shit gets a lil wobbly. they gotta if they need to obvy but like woof it is so hard to make friends and i have to put in so much effort to like, get and keep a relationship going over time [especially when I'm trying subconsciously to not have needs 🙄] that the abrupt break-offs have felt so big and devastating typically but I dunno maybe that's everyone. maybe I truly am an oversensitive POS 🤦🏻🙄🙄🙄)
I want to be able to ask for reassurance about a relationship ("we cool?") without it ruining the other person's day. I want to be able to get lovey dovey tender to ppl.
Unrealistic-feeling fantasy level shit is like. Wishing for someone to want and like touching me a LOT; I have always wanted someone to wanna like, mentally map my body via touch which is something I like doing to other ppl. I fantasize a lot currently about living other lives - being able to be someone else that can fill ppls needs that I can't. Like, I dunno, all kinds of shit. I have wished I could go out more so I could just show up and be more present w someone. To be able to be at a different place in life to like, live a chapter being someone's neighbor. To bring someone meals. To be able to gift someone enough money to not worry anymore about something. And I'm fuckin nonbinary and am the shapeshifter stereotype...I wish I could be different ppl or animals to meet other ppl's needs, too.
Almost as far back as I can remember, I have wished to connect w ppl - usually pining for a One True Love to go on Adventures with. I'm a fuckin romantic thru and thru. It wasnt even about a specific person it was just like. There are ppl out there to find who will do this hard shit w me. But like how I'd know it was Really The One was usually a kid's version of sex (kiss kiss, hold hands, hold each other tenderly while our wounds are tended to by elves)
Anyway I remember when I was 15, I started cutting, and feeling suicidal ideation. I remember even then wishing I could turn into a ghost - literally a wind, an unseen presence/force that could watch over people I cared about and protect them somehow like a guardian spirit. But then being so intensely sad that would mean they wouldn't ever know I was there doing it.
I have been taught & have practiced making myself invisible and Unbothersome over and over and over. I feel both really sad about this constant struggle for me and also determined to break free of that over and over and over.
 
@GloriousScarf This is one of Kelly's worst posts in a while. A few thoughts:

I was typing an emotional message earlier to someone earlier and typed, "I try not to ask for what I need" and cried when I realized what I'd typed. it's true tho.
This precedes a rant that is hardly more than a series of "I need X," "I need Y," "I need, I need, I need." Hell, most of Kelly's longer posts revolve around the topic of her unmet so-called needs. Needless to say, it doesn't seem to occur to her that other people (like her children, for instance) might also have undeclared needs. No, it's just Kelly alone up there on the cross.

I have been taught & have practiced making myself invisible and Unbothersome over and over and over.
If I asked you to come up with a list of words that describe Kelly, would "invisible" and "unbothersome" appear anywhere on that list?

I need physical touch, the more frequent the better.
This seems like the sort of thing you should bring up with your husband before broadcasting it to the whole world.

I need to be able to tell ppl how Im feeling even if it's weird shit, whether it's an i love u or I am so full of poop or stupid star wars jokes only I get or whatever.
Wow, she makes it all sound so appealing. It's like she's expressing the same sort of exhibitionism that leads her to show off the ugliness of her body, but now in regard to her personality.
 
This is long so didn't bother screenshotting
(I did and a few following posts so I got u)
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Anyway “fat hyper romantic hyper sexual trans autistic w trauma” is a lot of words for fat narc. Also she posted that whole diatribe at like almost 3 am.
Posts that followed that scarf posted
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Don’t worry she had friends pat her ass for doing basic tasks. Also does she not drink water at all??
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(Reminder last we knew she shares a bed and room with the youngest I believe)

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man my brain is not doing well today. not unsurprisingly.
"Not unsurprisingly" means it is surprising.

omg she's literally so quirky and unique you guys.

"SHATTERED." "CORED OUT OF MY JAW." She expresses it in the most melodramatic phrasing possible. Dental surgery sucks, but it's not a unique experience. Some of the people reading this have had similar surgeries, I'm sure.

Think about the last profoundly unpleasant experience you had. Did you immediately afterwards make an announcement to the world at large playing up your suffering and victimhood? Think back to the last time you broke a bone. Was it a painful experience? A horrible one, even? Quite probably. And we all enjoy receiving sympathy after a bad experience. But, for all that, surely you'd feel some embarrassment about describing it in those melodramatic terms, especially in public. "My bones were BRUTALLY SMASHED, mangling my flesh with the AGONIZING TRAUMA and leaving me maimed and helpless. I am bereft... hopeless... empty and alone." Anyone could make their life sound like a succession of unbearable trials if they played it up like this at every turn.

Of course Kelly is dependent on a whole array of medical and entertainment devices to "attempt sleep."
 
There are so many things I could rage about but I'm tired of being MATI so I'll hyperfocus on the CPAP and Vaseline thing instead.

Petroleum jelly will cause the mask and seals to degrade and fail a lot faster. This may not be a concern to Kelly, as her insurance probably replaces them regularly at no cost to her (note: they are not cheap, generally $100-300).

The other issue is the risk of lipoid pneumonia due to inhalation of vaseline via the air under pressure from the CPAP. IIRC Kelly's already had pulmonary issues and is predisposed to them besides due to fat.
 
With her kid in the room.
Really hoping the room arrangement is different now since she’s been on this bull shit.. but last she’s ever spoken about it that I can l find is one girl is in the room with her and then another in a different room with Jerry… so yikes!
Petroleum jelly will cause the mask and seals to degrade and fail a lot faster.
This also sounds like it could be a breeding ground for bacteria in the CPAP mask because of the degradation of the mask. I am admittedly unfamiliar with specifics.

. Dental surgery sucks, but it's not a unique experience.
She also was definitely numbed to hell and back.
What I keep thinking is how this woman doesn’t seem to remember that like: all this stuff. Her dental care, her cpap, her diabetes meds, the doctors she whines to and all that fucking therapy she takes advantage of? Covered by Jerry’s insurance from his job. If she were to ever divorce him girly would be fucked. He’s already tried to divorce her before. Surprised it hasn’t come up again.
 
Well that was a trip through her thought processes; a trip I could have happily passed up.

It’s pretty clear that even as a close to middle aged adult, she has no clue about how to interact normally with other people. Some of the situations, real or invented she describes, are nothing short of bizarre.

Her kids certainly are not getting any examples of how to positively deal with other people.
 
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