Yeah but the resort has “family style dining” which means you serve yourself.
This is exactly what's going to happen, and I am totally here for it. She's never been to one of these places, but she's going for a full four weeks? Good luck with that, Anna. The kinds of women who can afford a retreat like this are not going to take kindly to her. Some of them coordinate stays at health resorts like this with 1-3 other affluent friends, as a "girls' trip," or are repeat customers who know each other from previous visits, so if any groups like that are present, she's in for a rough time—it's going to trigger all of her issues with acceptance and belonging even harder.
Hell yeah. In that incredibly awkward fashion she behaves when shes near someone with testosterone in their body. Its gonna be great.
This is the deathfat version of that infamous troon vs woman meme.
What the ever loving fuck is that outfit? Even ghetto queens going to Walmart wouldn’t wear that outfit. It looks like the bottom of a teenager‘s junk drawer.
Looking at the social of the other gorl it was a bunch of skinny 30 somethings and 20 somethings doing Barbie homage in sexy rompers and dresses and other spring clothes and then the clearly no longer a 20 or 30 something Anna dressed like her usual retarded self. She most feel incredibly out of place at these things.
I am a real cancel queen due to a real medical condition that flares its ugly head at the most inopportune times. I’ve still shown up to events half dead. Don’t insult me with your fucking bullshit, Anna. Old life pre surgery my ass. You‘re randomly chopping off body parts because you’re a fat pig who doesn’t want to do the work. You have no friends, so how convenient that these imaginary buddies are being described as being so “patient” with you. As in remembering you exist when you show up months later to a soiree? You have to pay people to help you with tasks that most friends will gladly do for free. Their patience is actual forgetfulness. They forgot that you even exist until they see you come rambling in like a linebacker high on cocaine. The outfit is perfect; it denotes what a fake douche bag you really are. An obese, loud and whiney bitch who thinks she knows what an actual chronic illness is. You can fuck right off.
My brain just can't comprehend her size or something. She's a disproportionate mess and nothing about her makes any sense.
So is she yet another deathfat who is using hair powder up front? That matte ashy color on her grown-out roots is either the usual dry shampoo, or its the hair powder/spray stuff. (Usually I wouldn't shade someone for using that kind of product, but these women are so heavy-handed with the stuff. Yet another layer of reverse dysphoria and not realizing how awful and sickly they look, and that everyone can notice.)
