Fat Acceptance Movement / Fat Girlcows

[Old Wizard]

A Woman Fat-Shamed Me On The Subway And I Actually Fought Back
alternatively titled, "Lashing out at strangers because of projected insecurities"


Bolded important parts. Author is 5'2'', 200+ pounds.

Spoiler: Entire Article

The other night I had dinner with my youngest brother. It was a nice, mellow evening, and I stopped by Insomnia Cookies on my way home to get up some decadent, warm chocolate cookies to share with my roommate.

On the train clutching my box of tasty, I was bothering no one and reading my book when a woman tapped me on the shoulder.

I looked up and she said "You're so lucky, just eating whatever you want and not caring. I'm a dancer so I can't do that."


After the initial sting of being fat-shamed in a public space by a stranger wore off a slew of thoughts about a rebuttal ran through my mind.

Do I tell her that I first knew I was fat when I was seven years old?

Do I tell her I saw my first nutritionist, started counting calories and working out at the gym when I was twelve?

Do I tell her that even on my good days I don't look in the mirror and automatically like what I see there?

Do I tell her that every day is a battle to love myself?

Do I tell her that I'm still half convinced the last guy I dated didn't want me in the end because I was too fat?

Do I tell her that the fact I am on a subway carrying a box of cookies is one of the bravest things I've ever done?

Do I tell her that she has just made one of my biggest nightmares come true?

Do I get snotty and say I can tell that she doesn't eat much because of her wrinkled skin?

I am professionally glib. I'm a writer. I'm witty all day, or at least, I try to be. But it was after 10:00 pm and I was hot and tired.

So instead I just said "eff you" and left it at that.

Then, I shared this story on Facebook.

I was touched but not surprised when so many of my friends reached out to express their indignation.

I almost didn't share the story at all, because I didn't want to appear like I was fishing for what people view as compliments.

"You aren't fat. No!"

I wasn't looking for false reassurance, I was looking for a place to share my anger.

It's taken a long time for me to get this angry about the way myself and other fat people are treated on a daily basis.;

I've spent most of life slouching apologetically along.

I feel guilty and bad when my hips have to squeeze past the cup holders in movie theaters. I feel embarrassed about the swell of my stomach when I take up the middle seat on the subway.


My cursing at a stranger was exceptional, because instead of blushing or saying something nice and pleasing I lashed out.

And I don't regret it.


It doesn't matter that we were in a relatively public space.


No matter the reason, no matter your intentions, it is never acceptable to enter someone else's space and talk about what they are eating, or how you perceive their relationship with food (and by extension, their body) to be.

A former coworker, a writer and reporter I like and respect (we share a passion for cats and she helped me through a tough breakup) commented on my post.

She prefaced her comment by saying, "I know I'm going to get reamed for this but ..."

So needless to say, I was already braced for impact.

On the surface her remarks were kind, and they were remarks I've heard before.

She didn't think of me as fat. She thought of me as beautiful and confident. Maybe the woman was just making small talk. Maybe I projected the way in which I saw the world and my own insecurities onto this innocent woman.


"I'm skinny," she said, "and I never think about my weight when I talk to people about food."

I felt immediately ashamed.

I started to replay the encounter on the subway in my mind. Was she right? Was it me and not this poor stranger who was in the wrong?

Then I started thinking about the privilege involved.

The answer to my questions was in my friend's comment already.

I'm a fat person, she is a thin person, and so her relationship to the world is different than my relationship with the world.

TL;DR, some dancer on a subway saw a fat chick on a subway with a box of cookies and said something along the lines of, "you're so lucky to just be able to eat whatever you want and not worry, I'm a dancer on a strict athlete diet so I can't do that" and the fat chick said "Fuck you" and then immediately posted about said chilling fatphobic incident on facebook.

I interpreted the dancer to just be pointing out that she's jealous that the fat chick has cookies, in a sort of "you're so lucky haha" way, and the fat chick got insecure and cussed her out in public transport. But here's my favorite part:

Do I tell her that the fact I am on a subway carrying a box of cookies is one of the bravest things I've ever done?

Seriously? The bravest? You can't think of a single thing you've done that's braver than holding a box of cookies in public.

Also,

Do I get snotty and say I can tell that she doesn't eat much because of her wrinkled skin?

What does this even mean?

She also has another article about fatphobia, titled I Was Fat-Shamed On The NYC Subway For Accidentally Bumping Into A Man's Backpack
The guy's totally in the wrong in this one- you can't call someone a fat bitch for bumping into you on a packed subway. But people wearing giant backpacks on in the subway when it's full are total dicks, so this isn't a total shocker.

We pulled into the next stop and my fat self trumpeted, “Fat b*tch gettin’ off the train!” as I shoved my way out and onto the platform.

She's also the author of A Word Of Advice To The Stranger Who Grabbed My Fat Belly At Starbucks Thinking I Was Pregnant
This one's fucking hilarious, and I definitely recommend reading the entire thing.

That's because the woman in line behind me, having made eye contact with me while baring her teeth in a smile, had been welcomed and received by my own toothsome rejoinder, which she apparently took as an invitation to place both her hands on my gunt (you may say belly, but I'm calling a things like they are today — she put her hands on the place where my gut becomes my c*nt, and thus, is my gunt) and said to me cheerfully:


"Any day now!"

It took me a moment of frantic blushing and blinking to realize what she meant.

She thought I was pregnant.

She had mistaken the gentle swell of my fat stomach, replete with that morning egg and cheese on a roll, with that of a growing new life and decided that my portion of breakfast was so sizable that at any moment my water my break and I might welcome a new addition to my family right there in Starbucks.

[...]

Instinctively, I stepped back and away from her hands. Because that's what you do when a stranger decides to touch you without your permission.

At first, I didn't say anything. I was simply stunned. Her own puzzled expression matched my own.

She tried again. "Coming along, aren't you?"

To which I finally said (well, barked if I'm being honest), "No. There is nothing coming along."

 

[HamFan]

A Woman Fat-Shamed Me On The Subway And I Actually Fought Back
alternatively titled, "Lashing out at strangers because of projected insecurities"


Bolded important parts. Author is 5'2'', 200+ pounds.

Spoiler: Entire Article

The other night I had dinner with my youngest brother. It was a nice, mellow evening, and I stopped by Insomnia Cookies on my way home to get up some decadent, warm chocolate cookies to share with my roommate.

On the train clutching my box of tasty, I was bothering no one and reading my book when a woman tapped me on the shoulder.

I looked up and she said "You're so lucky, just eating whatever you want and not caring. I'm a dancer so I can't do that."


After the initial sting of being fat-shamed in a public space by a stranger wore off a slew of thoughts about a rebuttal ran through my mind.

Do I tell her that I first knew I was fat when I was seven years old?

Do I tell her I saw my first nutritionist, started counting calories and working out at the gym when I was twelve?

Do I tell her that even on my good days I don't look in the mirror and automatically like what I see there?

Do I tell her that every day is a battle to love myself?

Do I tell her that I'm still half convinced the last guy I dated didn't want me in the end because I was too fat?

Do I tell her that the fact I am on a subway carrying a box of cookies is one of the bravest things I've ever done?

Do I tell her that she has just made one of my biggest nightmares come true?

Do I get snotty and say I can tell that she doesn't eat much because of her wrinkled skin?

I am professionally glib. I'm a writer. I'm witty all day, or at least, I try to be. But it was after 10:00 pm and I was hot and tired.

So instead I just said "eff you" and left it at that.

Then, I shared this story on Facebook.

I was touched but not surprised when so many of my friends reached out to express their indignation.

I almost didn't share the story at all, because I didn't want to appear like I was fishing for what people view as compliments.

"You aren't fat. No!"

I wasn't looking for false reassurance, I was looking for a place to share my anger.

It's taken a long time for me to get this angry about the way myself and other fat people are treated on a daily basis.;

I've spent most of life slouching apologetically along.

I feel guilty and bad when my hips have to squeeze past the cup holders in movie theaters. I feel embarrassed about the swell of my stomach when I take up the middle seat on the subway.


My cursing at a stranger was exceptional, because instead of blushing or saying something nice and pleasing I lashed out.

And I don't regret it.


It doesn't matter that we were in a relatively public space.


No matter the reason, no matter your intentions, it is never acceptable to enter someone else's space and talk about what they are eating, or how you perceive their relationship with food (and by extension, their body) to be.

A former coworker, a writer and reporter I like and respect (we share a passion for cats and she helped me through a tough breakup) commented on my post.

She prefaced her comment by saying, "I know I'm going to get reamed for this but ..."

So needless to say, I was already braced for impact.

On the surface her remarks were kind, and they were remarks I've heard before.

She didn't think of me as fat. She thought of me as beautiful and confident. Maybe the woman was just making small talk. Maybe I projected the way in which I saw the world and my own insecurities onto this innocent woman.


"I'm skinny," she said, "and I never think about my weight when I talk to people about food."

I felt immediately ashamed.

I started to replay the encounter on the subway in my mind. Was she right? Was it me and not this poor stranger who was in the wrong?

Then I started thinking about the privilege involved.

The answer to my questions was in my friend's comment already.

I'm a fat person, she is a thin person, and so her relationship to the world is different than my relationship with the world.

TL;DR, some dancer on a subway saw a fat chick on a subway with a box of cookies and said something along the lines of, "you're so lucky to just be able to eat whatever you want and not worry, I'm a dancer on a strict athlete diet so I can't do that" and the fat chick said "Fuck you" and then immediately posted about said chilling fatphobic incident on facebook.

I interpreted the dancer to just be pointing out that she's jealous that the fat chick has cookies, in a sort of "you're so lucky haha" way, and the fat chick got insecure and cussed her out in public transport. But here's my favorite part:



Seriously? The bravest? You can't think of a single thing you've done that's braver than holding a box of cookies in public.

Also,


What does this even mean?

She also has another article about fatphobia, titled I Was Fat-Shamed On The NYC Subway For Accidentally Bumping Into A Man's Backpack
The guy's totally in the wrong in this one- you can't call someone a fat bitch for bumping into you on a packed subway. But people wearing giant backpacks on in the subway when it's full are total dicks, so this isn't a total shocker.



She's also the author of A Word Of Advice To The Stranger Who Grabbed My Fat Belly At Starbucks Thinking I Was Pregnant
This one's fucking hilarious, and I definitely recommend reading the entire thing.

​

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I don't believe any of these stories.

Maybe I'm wrong, but they all seem far fetched, and these "horrible strangers" seem to somehow know her exact insecurities.

First story; fatty gets a box of cookies after dinner out, knowing damn well she doesn't need them. She gets a little embarrassed carrying them in public, let's be real, everyone can see she doesn't need those cookies.

But, fuck them! Fuck them for what she assumes they are thinking! She could have a roommate to share these with, for all they know! They don't know how she was traumatized by being encouraged to lose weight when she was still young!

In this vein, she saw some skinny bitch, got especially flustered and embarrassed, and imagined what an encounter with her would be like. Because surely some stranger didn't really tap on her shoulder and say, "You're so lucky, just eating whatever you want and not caring."

 

[Candidae]

A Woman Fat-Shamed Me On The Subway And I Actually Fought Back
alternatively titled, "Lashing out at strangers because of projected insecurities"


Bolded important parts. Author is 5'2'', 200+ pounds.

Spoiler: Entire Article

The other night I had dinner with my youngest brother. It was a nice, mellow evening, and I stopped by Insomnia Cookies on my way home to get up some decadent, warm chocolate cookies to share with my roommate.

On the train clutching my box of tasty, I was bothering no one and reading my book when a woman tapped me on the shoulder.

I looked up and she said "You're so lucky, just eating whatever you want and not caring. I'm a dancer so I can't do that."


After the initial sting of being fat-shamed in a public space by a stranger wore off a slew of thoughts about a rebuttal ran through my mind.

Do I tell her that I first knew I was fat when I was seven years old?

Do I tell her I saw my first nutritionist, started counting calories and working out at the gym when I was twelve?

Do I tell her that even on my good days I don't look in the mirror and automatically like what I see there?

Do I tell her that every day is a battle to love myself?

Do I tell her that I'm still half convinced the last guy I dated didn't want me in the end because I was too fat?

Do I tell her that the fact I am on a subway carrying a box of cookies is one of the bravest things I've ever done?

Do I tell her that she has just made one of my biggest nightmares come true?

Do I get snotty and say I can tell that she doesn't eat much because of her wrinkled skin?

I am professionally glib. I'm a writer. I'm witty all day, or at least, I try to be. But it was after 10:00 pm and I was hot and tired.

So instead I just said "eff you" and left it at that.

Then, I shared this story on Facebook.

I was touched but not surprised when so many of my friends reached out to express their indignation.

I almost didn't share the story at all, because I didn't want to appear like I was fishing for what people view as compliments.

"You aren't fat. No!"

I wasn't looking for false reassurance, I was looking for a place to share my anger.

It's taken a long time for me to get this angry about the way myself and other fat people are treated on a daily basis.;

I've spent most of life slouching apologetically along.

I feel guilty and bad when my hips have to squeeze past the cup holders in movie theaters. I feel embarrassed about the swell of my stomach when I take up the middle seat on the subway.


My cursing at a stranger was exceptional, because instead of blushing or saying something nice and pleasing I lashed out.

And I don't regret it.


It doesn't matter that we were in a relatively public space.


No matter the reason, no matter your intentions, it is never acceptable to enter someone else's space and talk about what they are eating, or how you perceive their relationship with food (and by extension, their body) to be.

A former coworker, a writer and reporter I like and respect (we share a passion for cats and she helped me through a tough breakup) commented on my post.

She prefaced her comment by saying, "I know I'm going to get reamed for this but ..."

So needless to say, I was already braced for impact.

On the surface her remarks were kind, and they were remarks I've heard before.

She didn't think of me as fat. She thought of me as beautiful and confident. Maybe the woman was just making small talk. Maybe I projected the way in which I saw the world and my own insecurities onto this innocent woman.


"I'm skinny," she said, "and I never think about my weight when I talk to people about food."

I felt immediately ashamed.

I started to replay the encounter on the subway in my mind. Was she right? Was it me and not this poor stranger who was in the wrong?

Then I started thinking about the privilege involved.

The answer to my questions was in my friend's comment already.

I'm a fat person, she is a thin person, and so her relationship to the world is different than my relationship with the world.

TL;DR, some dancer on a subway saw a fat chick on a subway with a box of cookies and said something along the lines of, "you're so lucky to just be able to eat whatever you want and not worry, I'm a dancer on a strict athlete diet so I can't do that" and the fat chick said "Fuck you" and then immediately posted about said chilling fatphobic incident on facebook.

I interpreted the dancer to just be pointing out that she's jealous that the fat chick has cookies, in a sort of "you're so lucky haha" way, and the fat chick got insecure and cussed her out in public transport. But here's my favorite part:



Seriously? The bravest? You can't think of a single thing you've done that's braver than holding a box of cookies in public.

Also,


What does this even mean?

She also has another article about fatphobia, titled I Was Fat-Shamed On The NYC Subway For Accidentally Bumping Into A Man's Backpack
The guy's totally in the wrong in this one- you can't call someone a fat bitch for bumping into you on a packed subway. But people wearing giant backpacks on in the subway when it's full are total dicks, so this isn't a total shocker.



She's also the author of A Word Of Advice To The Stranger Who Grabbed My Fat Belly At Starbucks Thinking I Was Pregnant
This one's fucking hilarious, and I definitely recommend reading the entire thing.

"She had mistaken the gentle swell of my fat stomach"

I doubt it was "gentle" considering she put her hands on your uterus area (or gunt as you put it) specifically and even there you are large enough to be at the end of your third trimester and potentially really swollen too

 

[Wallace]

A Woman Fat-Shamed Me On The Subway And I Actually Fought Back
alternatively titled, "Lashing out at strangers because of projected insecurities"


Bolded important parts. Author is 5'2'', 200+ pounds.

Spoiler: Entire Article

The other night I had dinner with my youngest brother. It was a nice, mellow evening, and I stopped by Insomnia Cookies on my way home to get up some decadent, warm chocolate cookies to share with my roommate.

On the train clutching my box of tasty, I was bothering no one and reading my book when a woman tapped me on the shoulder.

I looked up and she said "You're so lucky, just eating whatever you want and not caring. I'm a dancer so I can't do that."


After the initial sting of being fat-shamed in a public space by a stranger wore off a slew of thoughts about a rebuttal ran through my mind.

Do I tell her that I first knew I was fat when I was seven years old?

Do I tell her I saw my first nutritionist, started counting calories and working out at the gym when I was twelve?

Do I tell her that even on my good days I don't look in the mirror and automatically like what I see there?

Do I tell her that every day is a battle to love myself?

Do I tell her that I'm still half convinced the last guy I dated didn't want me in the end because I was too fat?

Do I tell her that the fact I am on a subway carrying a box of cookies is one of the bravest things I've ever done?

Do I tell her that she has just made one of my biggest nightmares come true?

Do I get snotty and say I can tell that she doesn't eat much because of her wrinkled skin?

I am professionally glib. I'm a writer. I'm witty all day, or at least, I try to be. But it was after 10:00 pm and I was hot and tired.

So instead I just said "eff you" and left it at that.

Then, I shared this story on Facebook.

I was touched but not surprised when so many of my friends reached out to express their indignation.

I almost didn't share the story at all, because I didn't want to appear like I was fishing for what people view as compliments.

"You aren't fat. No!"

I wasn't looking for false reassurance, I was looking for a place to share my anger.

It's taken a long time for me to get this angry about the way myself and other fat people are treated on a daily basis.;

I've spent most of life slouching apologetically along.

I feel guilty and bad when my hips have to squeeze past the cup holders in movie theaters. I feel embarrassed about the swell of my stomach when I take up the middle seat on the subway.


My cursing at a stranger was exceptional, because instead of blushing or saying something nice and pleasing I lashed out.

And I don't regret it.


It doesn't matter that we were in a relatively public space.


No matter the reason, no matter your intentions, it is never acceptable to enter someone else's space and talk about what they are eating, or how you perceive their relationship with food (and by extension, their body) to be.

A former coworker, a writer and reporter I like and respect (we share a passion for cats and she helped me through a tough breakup) commented on my post.

She prefaced her comment by saying, "I know I'm going to get reamed for this but ..."

So needless to say, I was already braced for impact.

On the surface her remarks were kind, and they were remarks I've heard before.

She didn't think of me as fat. She thought of me as beautiful and confident. Maybe the woman was just making small talk. Maybe I projected the way in which I saw the world and my own insecurities onto this innocent woman.


"I'm skinny," she said, "and I never think about my weight when I talk to people about food."

I felt immediately ashamed.

I started to replay the encounter on the subway in my mind. Was she right? Was it me and not this poor stranger who was in the wrong?

Then I started thinking about the privilege involved.

The answer to my questions was in my friend's comment already.

I'm a fat person, she is a thin person, and so her relationship to the world is different than my relationship with the world.

TL;DR, some dancer on a subway saw a fat chick on a subway with a box of cookies and said something along the lines of, "you're so lucky to just be able to eat whatever you want and not worry, I'm a dancer on a strict athlete diet so I can't do that" and the fat chick said "Fuck you" and then immediately posted about said chilling fatphobic incident on facebook.

I interpreted the dancer to just be pointing out that she's jealous that the fat chick has cookies, in a sort of "you're so lucky haha" way, and the fat chick got insecure and cussed her out in public transport. But here's my favorite part:



Seriously? The bravest? You can't think of a single thing you've done that's braver than holding a box of cookies in public.

Also,


What does this even mean?

She also has another article about fatphobia, titled I Was Fat-Shamed On The NYC Subway For Accidentally Bumping Into A Man's Backpack
The guy's totally in the wrong in this one- you can't call someone a fat bitch for bumping into you on a packed subway. But people wearing giant backpacks on in the subway when it's full are total dicks, so this isn't a total shocker.



She's also the author of A Word Of Advice To The Stranger Who Grabbed My Fat Belly At Starbucks Thinking I Was Pregnant
This one's fucking hilarious, and I definitely recommend reading the entire thing.

Thin privilege is not having crippling social anxiety and a hugbox to reinforce it.

 

[Tesshollidaysflupaknees]

I was just about to post this.
What is the point in these people going to therapy when they already have all the answers?
I mean, there isn't anything wrong with self actualization or whatever.
BUT every time they talk about their therapy or describe their therapy the make it seem like they already have all the answers and the therapist just kind of nods along. Maybe that's how therapy is suppose to go??? I'll be honest I don't have any exposure to therapy. But every time I hear about them talking about therapy it's like.... they already have all the answers???? "I told my therapist.... today I wanted to talk to my therapist about..... I have x y z problem and that's because of a b c issues"...... seems kind of pointless to chit chat about things you already know. But maybe im being a therapy prude idk.

It all depends on the Therapist. A lot of Therapist are sadly buying into SJW culture and only act as "yes men" when their client does something dumb. If Jude got actually therapy, her Therapist would tell her to cut the shit and get help for her eating disorder/food addiction.

Not saying she’s telling the truth but... not every person who has a ED is thin.

Facts & Myths | The Center for Eating Disorders | Baltimore, Maryland

Learn the truth about eating disorders and help to dispel the myths.

www.eatingdisorder.org

Depending on the eating disorder, you can be any size and have one. The only one that needs a low weight is anorexia. Eating disorders run on a spectrum, it's not unheard of for someone who started out with anorexia to later become bulimic. Once you have a fucked up relationship with food, It's going to stay that way until you get help.

 

[eternal dog mongler]

It all depends on the Therapist. A lot of Therapist are sadly buying into SJW culture and only act as "yes men" when their client does something dumb. If Jude got actually therapy, her Therapist would tell her to cut the shit and get help for her eating disorder/food addiction.

Therapists lose clients if they start disagreeing with patients. Bills have to get paid and it's as simple as that.

 

[Whatthefuck]

Thin privilege is not having crippling social anxiety and a hugbox to reinforce it.

I will never stop being amazed at these beasts bleating about privilege. Their size displays nothing, but privilege. They are privileged to have enough money and food to have eaten themselves into this state. No one force fed them. They are privileged to not have to starve. They're privileged to have an industry making clothes that fit their fat asses so that they can continue to use their privilege to eat more than and entire 3rd world family's week worth of food in one sitting. Privilege. Someone should round them up like the herd of bovines they are and send them out to pasture with all the lovely food they want just as long as they'll shut their fat, entitled, privileged mouths.

 

[Francis Dollarhyde]

Therapists lose clients if they start disagreeing with patients. Bills have to get paid and it's as simple as that.

This is why a therapist needs to nod. But also go "So you say you have anorexia. Are you aware there are criteria to such a diagnosis that would exclude the morbidly obese?" Or: "So you believe you really are a mermaid. Okay good for you. Did you know mermaids either have tails or are excellent mezzo soprano's, according to every known source? How are your coloratura skills?"
They are supposed to flick the lightswitch themselves, a therapist guides them there. If they need meds to do so give em the pills. If you outright say "you are wrong you need to be locked the fuck up" there they go, out the door, no further help. It is different if they are locked up, and that is not easy to arrange.

 

[fatfuck]

not even 20 years ago any problems of this kind were personal and people didn't really talk about them unless you were very closely related to them. today however it seems that it's like a badge of accomplishment and people proudly talk about it.

looking at entire gender dysphoria that coincidentally blew up with the rise of social media, it appears that that's the only mental disorder which they actually encourage and support instead of trying to cure it, at least in the states.

just looking at how many people claim they are depressed or whatever problem they think they have because of dumb issues like not being able to fit in a booth at a restaurant, it really makes me wonder how careful they have to be when dealing with these fragile overgrown toddlers who get triggered by every little thing.

from what i've seen and read today it seems that they diagnose you in one or two 1 hour long sessions and put you on whatever generic pills are popular at that time.

has the entire field become one giant joke or can it actually help?

 

[eternal dog mongler]

has the entire field become one giant joke or can it actually help?

If you can find a hard-ass therapist who doesn't take shit then yeah it can help. Same with doctors. Someone who nods and just goes along with things is not particularly helpful.

Most therapists are, I assume, like doctors who see so many people destroying themselves that they just don't give a shit anymore.

 

[Wallace]

I will never stop being amazed at these beasts bleating about privilege. Their size displays nothing, but privilege. They are privileged to have enough money and food to have eaten themselves into this state. No one force fed them. They are privileged to not have to starve. They're privileged to have an industry making clothes that fit their fat asses so that they can continue to use their privilege to eat more than and entire 3rd world family's week worth of food in one sitting. Privilege. Someone should round them up like the herd of bovines they are and send them out to pasture with all the lovely food they want just as long as they'll shut their fat, entitled, privileged mouths.

Privilege is used to absolve themselves of responsibility. It allows them to claim victimhood status and assigns the blame for their unhappiness onto the privileged thin people. It gives them moral superiority while simultaneously disowning any responsibility for their behavior and the outcome of said behavior. The victim is always morally right, neither responsible nor accountable, and forever entitled to sympathy. It's a great deal if you've got poor self-esteem and want to turn your shame into anger.

Therapists lose clients if they start disagreeing with patients. Bills have to get paid and it's as simple as that.

Again, it's an addiction. Not even the most brilliant of psychotherapists can save an addict from themselves. They will get better when they want to get better, but the online hugbox provides a strong incentive not to. The rhetoric of FA confirms their suspicions provided by social anxiety that people hate them because they are fat, allays their fears that their weight is their fault, justifies their failures by telling them that weight loss is impossible, encourages their dreams by making them feel pretty and glamorous, and helps them throw rocks at their enemies. Add in a social reward for agreeing with all of your online friends--and a social punishment for disagreeing with them, and it makes crack like like Diet Coke by comparison.

 

[thejackal]

not even 20 years ago any problems of this kind were personal and people didn't really talk about them unless you were very closely related to them. today however it seems that it's like a badge of accomplishment and people proudly talk about it.

looking at entire gender dysphoria that coincidentally blew up with the rise of social media, it appears that that's the only mental disorder which they actually encourage and support instead of trying to cure it, at least in the states.

just looking at how many people claim they are depressed or whatever problem they think they have because of dumb issues like not being able to fit in a booth at a restaurant, it really makes me wonder how careful they have to be when dealing with these fragile overgrown toddlers who get triggered by every little thing.

from what i've seen and read today it seems that they diagnose you in one or two 1 hour long sessions and put you on whatever generic pills are popular at that time.

has the entire field become one giant joke or can it actually help?

Not a Marianne Williamson fan by any stretch but her comments about how ssris and anti-anxiety meds are vastly over-prescribed for "normal human despair" were spot on. It triggered a lot of SJW types this week.

“The twenties can be very hard. They’re not a mental illness. Divorce can be very difficult, losing a loved one, someone that you know died, someone left in a relationship and you’re heartbroken — that’s very painful, but it’s not a mental illness,” Williamson said.

 

[Tesshollidaysflupaknees]

not even 20 years ago any problems of this kind were personal and people didn't really talk about them unless you were very closely related to them. today however it seems that it's like a badge of accomplishment and people proudly talk about it.

looking at entire gender dysphoria that coincidentally blew up with the rise of social media, it appears that that's the only mental disorder which they actually encourage and support instead of trying to cure it, at least in the states.

just looking at how many people claim they are depressed or whatever problem they think they have because of dumb issues like not being able to fit in a booth at a restaurant, it really makes me wonder how careful they have to be when dealing with these fragile overgrown toddlers who get triggered by every little thing.

from what i've seen and read today it seems that they diagnose you in one or two 1 hour long sessions and put you on whatever generic pills are popular at that time.

has the entire field become one giant joke or can it actually help?

It's hit or miss. You can find a good Therapists that won't put up with shit. Of course, the person needs to put in the work and want to change. You can also find a Doctor, that wants a person to be on the least amount of medication. At the end of the day, it comes down to the person.

 

[eternal dog mongler]

Again, it's an addiction. Not even the most brilliant of psychotherapists can save an addict from themselves. They will get better when they want to get better, but the online hugbox provides a strong incentive not to. The rhetoric of FA confirms their suspicions provided by social anxiety that people hate them because they are fat, allays their fears that their weight is their fault, justifies their failures by telling them that weight loss is impossible, encourages their dreams by making them feel pretty and glamorous, and helps them throw rocks at their enemies. Add in a social reward for agreeing with all of your online friends--and a social punishment for disagreeing with them, and it makes crack like like Diet Coke by comparison.

It is addiction, which is currently a fight among RDs because half of them want to call it food addiction and the other half want to call it ED-NOS. Clinically, eating disorder treatments are not helpful for deathfats. Treating it as an addiction is.

It is, essentially, the equivalent of someone waking up and slamming a 40oz of Steel Reserve and being cheered on by a community of other people who do the same. Drinking is healthy at any size, don't you know. The FAs would likely be disgusted by alcoholics but they're doing the same fucking thing to their bodies.

Social contagion does entrap people. The continual FA appropriation of woke terms comes from the fact that they're always online (because fuck the labored breathing that comes with walking) and also it was a radical feminist movement in the 60s that even they laughed at. But we're resurrecting the Fat Manifesto I guess.

I'm just tired of this shit.

 

[Twinkie]

It's not that fat girls can't have eating disorders. Many bulimics are overweight. Not morbidly obese, but yeah, bulimics are often a bit fat. And yes, BED is a thing, wah wah wah.

The thing is, fat people in general have a warped idea of what eating disorders are. Trying to stick to a simple diet plan is difficult for them (because they are dumb cunt pigs) and that causes them to feel stressed and have other unpleasant feelings. They interpet this stress as the beginning of an eating disorder.

Or, when they're too lazy to even attempt a diet, they'll start to think their gluttonous eating habits are "binges" so they must have an eating disorder. They are not binging; they are habitually overeating. These fatties think of all overeating as "binging". Ironically, True and Honest anorexics also tend ot believe this. If their "plan" is to eat six grapes a day but one day they cave and eat a banana too, that's a "binge" to them (I digress).

I'm not saying all fat people think this way. I'm saying that nearly all obese people who claim to have an eating disorder think this way.

True and Honest eating disorders are actually pretty rare.

 

[Otterly]

It's a great deal if you've got poor self-esteem and want to turn your shame into anger.

This is a really interesting observation. I agree - shame is a funny old thing. I would say that perhaps we had a bit too much of it in the past, and that removal of some shames has been a good thing. However, the current SJW zeitgeist seems to disavow ANY shame for anything.
The problem with that is that some shame IS needed. Shame is one mechanism that society checks harmful behaviours, and a total lack of shame is not at all good.
This applies to fat acceptance - of course no one should be ashamed of being a bit tubby, or not perfect bodywise. But to take it to the extreme like this is bad.
You could make exactly the same point for all manner of modern horrors: troons for example. Kink in public. MAPS. Furry pup play men at pride wanting to play with kids. These people SHOULD be ashamed of themselves. Shamelessness is not good.

 

[clusterfuckk]

This is a really interesting observation. I agree - shame is a funny old thing. I would say that perhaps we had a bit too much of it in the past, and that removal of some shames has been a good thing. However, the current SJW zeitgeist seems to disavow ANY shame for anything.
The problem with that is that some shame IS needed. Shame is one mechanism that society checks harmful behaviours, and a total lack of shame is not at all good.
This applies to fat acceptance - of course no one should be ashamed of being a bit tubby, or not perfect bodywise. But to take it to the extreme like this is bad.
You could make exactly the same point for all manner of modern horrors: troons for example. Kink in public. MAPS. Furry pup play men at pride wanting to play with kids. These people SHOULD be ashamed of themselves. Shamelessness is not good.

Shame also acts as a deterrent (or used to) so by removing shame from everything, these dumb ass SJWs are just encouraging poor behavior.

Look at some non western cultures. Shame is a huge motivating factor in almost anything they do. These are probably the cultures that have less prevalence of obesity, but I CBA to check that stat.

 

[AnOminous]

These people SHOULD be ashamed of themselves. Shamelessness is not good.

Shamelessness is the primary trait of sociopaths.

 

[Whatthefuck]

Shame also acts as a deterrent (or used to) so by removing shame from everything, these dumb ass SJWs are just encouraging poor behavior.

Look at some non western cultures. Shame is a huge motivating factor in almost anything they do. These are probably the cultures that have less prevalence of obesity, but I CBA to check that stat.

Agreed. I'm generally the kind of person who doesn't really give a fuck what folks do if they aren't harming someone else, but this behavior is hurting others. It's harming someone who is over 300 lbs. and tell them that they're perfect. There are many other categories we could go into with the same mentality and at the end of the day it's just encouraging the worst inclinations in people and that's never a good thing. It's like having parents actively allowing their child to go their own way with no boundaries or restrictions or discipline. Just either completely ignoring them or constantly praising even poor behavior. That rarely turns out well. That's how you get Chantals, Amberlynns, and Annas.

 

[GenociderSyo]

She seems heavier if thats possible.
TLDR : Famous on TikTok now and everyone recognizes and it overwhelmed me and everyone is following me and looking for me now so I had to hide in my house cause they find me in my safe places...So now I have to move to Austin, Texas. And she needs to start making her own fat-positivity videos.