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

If you're a physician who honestly thought the zoo would have bigger imaging equipment than any human hospital in your country, then I feel bad for your patients, because this level of ignorance is just astounding to me.
I mean I don't know what to tell you, as this did occur and I happened to find a news article about this occurring in the area I worked in (which I don't want to share just for privacy reasons).
It was around 10 years ago, so one can assume that scanners have changed in that time and it's no longer necessary to refer. But this very much did happen.
 
I know the reason Anna wouldn’t ever even want to try a healthy meal delivery service because of her food addiction, but if she did actually do that and lock in on losing weight she might develop a legitimate audience.

But no, Anna can’t stop overeating.

It actually frustrated the fuck out of me how many resources she has available and yet all she does is go see scammers who tell her she’s perfectly healthy and all her fat is lipedema.

It’d make a great concept for a body horror short story or Junji Ito manga….a fat person who keeps gaining weight because they refuse to deal with their food addiction, getting so much liposuction until they’re basically the fanart from that feeder fan.
 
It’d make a great concept for a body horror short story or Junji Ito manga….a fat person who keeps gaining weight because they refuse to deal with their food addiction
Tangentially related, the Soldier Son trilogy by Robin Hobb

The gist of it was... The main character is a part of an invading military force, and he gets infected with some sort of local native magic. It causes him to keep gaining weight, to the point of becoming grossly obese, much to the disgust of himself and everyone around him. They try to starve him, and even lock him up for a while, but he just can't lose the weight. He just keeps on getting fatter and fatter. Maybe THAT'S the magic obesity genes Anna is talking about?
 
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One of the main hits that come up when searching for a story about an obese human being sent to the zoo for an MRI is for this story, published in May of 2005, wherein death fat named Jennifer Walters is complaining of being referred to the Bronx Zoo for treatment.
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I believe @Angry New Ager already, but Jennifer Walters is also the real name of the comic book character, She-Hulk, and that is just too much of a coincidence for me to believe.
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Ah, it's the New York Post. They occasionally have some good articles, but they're lost in a sea of bullshit.
 
Maybe, instead of insisting a 22 "fits" her, Anna meant to say that her upper arms are now 22 inches in circumference. Maybe she ate 22 Nando's skewers.
Anna is drunk 22 hours a day so who really knows?

Her undulating inner thighs in that stompy pool dance was... like, what is there to even say at this point? Once again, I recommend (taking a fat bong rip and then) watching it on .50 speed. It's wild, man.
 
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The favorite saying of every rude loser, “Be nice to people, you never know what they are going through.”

Why am I supposed to give a fuck what Anna or any stranger is going through?

I don’t care. At all. Nobody does.

Dear Anna’s of the world: people will usually be exactly as nice to you as you are to them. If somebody is rude to you, maybe THEY are having a bad day.

If we are in Target together and your fat ass is dancing in the aisle as I’m trying to get to something, or you’re redressing mannequins and fake laughing, I don’t care that you are fat and uncomfortable, have a disease, or your cat just died. I’ll stare while you make a spectacle of yourself and tell you to get the fuck out of my way.

You can shake your fat flaps all over your kitchen all you want but the second it goes on the Internet, I have the right to be disgusted and amused and be mean about it without caring about any diseases you may have- other than the mental illness that causes you to think that was ok to post.

The people who say this just want people to always be nice to them no matter how rude and annoying they are first Because they are“suffering” it somehow excuses them from normal politeness. It never occurs to people like Anna that this concept goes both ways, and that nobody really has to care about anything that happens to them. In fact, 99% of people surrounding you don’t give a shit. The 1% who do are family and friends. The stranger in Target could care less.

But good job getting out there, Anna. Preach sister, you are so good at giving the benefit of the doubt. :semperfidelis:

(I realize that sounds like a letter to Anna but the “you” is general term meaning most fats and munchies, and I'm very sure Anna would not read this thread - and I don’t want to rewrite it. 😉.)
 
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The favorite saying of every rude loser, “Be nice to people, you never know what they are going through.”

Why am I supposed to give a fuck what Anna or any stranger is going through?

I don’t care. At all. Nobody does.

Dear Anna’s of the world: people will usually be exactly as nice to you as you are to them. If somebody is rude to you, maybe THEY are having a bad day.

If we are in Target together and your fat ass is dancing in the aisle as I’m trying to get to something, or you’re redressing mannequins and fake laughing, I don’t care that you are fat and uncomfortable, have a disease, or your cat just died. I’ll stare while you make a spectacle of yourself and tell you to get the fuck out of my way.

You can shake your fat flaps all over your kitchen all you want but the second it goes on the Internet, I have the right to be disgusted and amused and be mean about it without caring about any diseases you may have- other than the mental illness that causes you to think that was ok to post.

The people who say this just want people to always be nice to them no matter how rude and annoying they are first Because they are“suffering” it somehow excuses them from normal politeness. It never occurs to people like Anna that this concept goes both ways, and that nobody really has to care about anything that happens to them. In fact, 99% of people surrounding you don’t give a shit. The 1% who do are family and friends. The stranger in Target could care less.

But good job getting out there, Anna. Preach sister, you are so good at giving the benefit of the doubt. :semperfidelis:

(I realize that sounds like a letter to Anna but the “you” is general term meaning most fats and munchies, and I'm very sure Anna would not read this thread - and I don’t want to rewrite it. 😉.)
PREACH. I'm not interested in lowering the bar any further when it comes to people misbehaving in public.

Of course it's supposed to mean "if the waitress is distant or the receptionist forgets what you just said, don't be a dick because you never know." But when people like Anna evoke it, it means we are all supposed to go around thinking "now, now, we had all better quietly tolerate this person being a deranged self-centered BPD hoe, because maybe their mom just got decapitated by ISIS and they're having a mental breakdown."

If we all actually do that, then people will race to that lower level. And the Annas of the world are NEVER as polite, patient, and forgiving as they insist you ought to be.
 
I was taking a screenshot to show how sheer the fabric is stretched across her thighs but
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Look at the shape of her upper leg to her lower one! Just the overhanging fat looks 10x worse since she got her calves lipo’d. Why not get those giant, baseball-sized fat deposits removed from your knees first?
 
Whenever she does these crazy dances, I think about how she wrote once that she was so hyperactive as a child that she used to run in and out of the doors at her church and everyone would comment on how fucking annoying, I mean energetic, she was. It’s a shame that she lives in a time of overdiagnosis of ADHD and oversupply of therapy and never got either.
 
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