Fat Acceptance Movement / Fat Girlcows

Phoebe Tickner/FatVegFemme doing what she does best - complaining that body positivity in the mainstream doesn't include her specific body. She first came to my attention when she complained that BodyPosiPanda was chosen over her to appear in a pop video (ie someone who isn't ugly in looks and personality, doesn't just sit on her fat ass all the time and moan on Instagram).

Spoilered the image because it looks like she's being crushed to death by her own weight.
It looks like a bloated corpse that washed up on the banks of the Hudson during an epic 3 week heat wave.
 
New blog post from, "Your fat friend."
Here are some of the highlights:

"What have you been writing about?”

“Being fat,” I say. “I write about the social realities of living as a very fat person.”

Upon hearing the word — fat — she screws up her face, ready to object, but instead asks for examples. I tell her about the fat tax, the constant street harassment, the intense loneliness in the face of endless judgment and discrimination.

“I just can’t believe it. I just treat everyone the same. Why would they do that to you?” She shakes her head ruefully. I watch her face and remember her gift to me the last time we saw one another: a small stack of books about the paleo diet.

This, then, is the gulf between the two of us — she sees anti-fatness as an exception, an intentional break from a norm of acceptance. For her, it is an act of purposeful harm, a conscious slight rooted in malice. To me, it is something else entirely. Anti-fatness has wrestled me to the ground so many times, pinned me mercilessly — but there’s so much intimacy in that fight.

Each of us has spent a lifetime breathing in the polluted air of anti-fatness. How could we exhale anything else?

The worst of it comes from a purported concern for my health, I tell her. Strangers take items out of my grocery cart, change my orders at restaurants, shout slurs and directives. She is startled, suddenly, and angry.

“But that’s not discrimination,” she snaps. “They just said it — they’re doing it for you. They’re looking out for you. They love you. That’s love.”

Three years of writing, and she’s still the person I write for. She always has been.

I do all of that for her, yes, and so I can set one small boundary at a time, and know that she can hear it. I write all of that so I can ask her tenderly to stop recommending gastric bypass surgeons to me, or so I can ask, yet again, that she stop telling me how she “feels fat.” I write all of that so I can make a request, one judicious request to help fix some major recent harm.

Because even with all that groundwork, even with both hands so tenderly held, she still cannot hear me. She has become too accustomed to thinking of her own body — white, thin, able, lithe — as the home of all the body-based hurt in the world. Her trauma is real and immediate, a membrane that encases her, but still shields her from so much.

Her bigotry, she tells herself, is for my own good. And god help me, I think she believes it.

I have spent so much of my life waiting for thin people to care. In moments like these, my faith in people who do not wear plus sizes is shaken.

I have grown frustrated, isolated, exhausted at the sound of so many thin people justifying and explaining away even the most cruel examples of anti-fatness.

We’re trained by a deeply anti-fat culture to fear and revile fat bodies, and to justify the pain and harm that springs from our revulsion. I long for a thin person who understands that owning that hurt and complicity isn’t an indictment of herself, but of the culture that created all of us. Instead, I find so much defensiveness, denial, justification. Instead, I find flimsy explanations for inexcusable behavior. Instead, I find behaviors that are minimizing at best, and abusive at worst.

It’s deeply disheartening to know that mercy won’t extend to the next fat person who comes along.

so many thin people choose to focus on the character of fat people, rather than the policies and practices that made us.

It hurts that so many thin people will so comfortably claim the moral high ground while pitting eating disorder survivors against fat people, and implicitly erasing fat people with eating disorders in the process.

It hurts that you can’t hear fat people when so many of us tell you that your “concern for our health” is both hurtful and harmful — that some of us can’t lose weight, and others of us might not want to

And it’s endlessly frustrating that so few thin people will just own it. Own that they’ve been disgusted by fat people, that they do not trust us with our own bodies, that they see us as failures. Own that they have hurt us without making us repeat it 10, 20, 50 times. Own that like anyone, they are products of a culture that fears and reviles fatness wherever it exists.


Link to blog post: https://humanparts.medium.com/when-thin-people-hurt-fat-people-out-of-love-89bba707c629
 
New blog post from, "Your fat friend."
Here are some of the highlights:

"What have you been writing about?”

“Being fat,” I say. “I write about the social realities of living as a very fat person.”

Upon hearing the word — fat — she screws up her face, ready to object, but instead asks for examples. I tell her about the fat tax, the constant street harassment, the intense loneliness in the face of endless judgment and discrimination.

“I just can’t believe it. I just treat everyone the same. Why would they do that to you?” She shakes her head ruefully. I watch her face and remember her gift to me the last time we saw one another: a small stack of books about the paleo diet.

This, then, is the gulf between the two of us — she sees anti-fatness as an exception, an intentional break from a norm of acceptance. For her, it is an act of purposeful harm, a conscious slight rooted in malice. To me, it is something else entirely. Anti-fatness has wrestled me to the ground so many times, pinned me mercilessly — but there’s so much intimacy in that fight.

Each of us has spent a lifetime breathing in the polluted air of anti-fatness. How could we exhale anything else?

The worst of it comes from a purported concern for my health, I tell her. Strangers take items out of my grocery cart, change my orders at restaurants, shout slurs and directives. She is startled, suddenly, and angry.

“But that’s not discrimination,” she snaps. “They just said it — they’re doing it for you. They’re looking out for you. They love you. That’s love.”

Three years of writing, and she’s still the person I write for. She always has been.

I do all of that for her, yes, and so I can set one small boundary at a time, and know that she can hear it. I write all of that so I can ask her tenderly to stop recommending gastric bypass surgeons to me, or so I can ask, yet again, that she stop telling me how she “feels fat.” I write all of that so I can make a request, one judicious request to help fix some major recent harm.

Because even with all that groundwork, even with both hands so tenderly held, she still cannot hear me. She has become too accustomed to thinking of her own body — white, thin, able, lithe — as the home of all the body-based hurt in the world. Her trauma is real and immediate, a membrane that encases her, but still shields her from so much.

Her bigotry, she tells herself, is for my own good. And god help me, I think she believes it.

I have spent so much of my life waiting for thin people to care. In moments like these, my faith in people who do not wear plus sizes is shaken.

I have grown frustrated, isolated, exhausted at the sound of so many thin people justifying and explaining away even the most cruel examples of anti-fatness.

We’re trained by a deeply anti-fat culture to fear and revile fat bodies, and to justify the pain and harm that springs from our revulsion. I long for a thin person who understands that owning that hurt and complicity isn’t an indictment of herself, but of the culture that created all of us. Instead, I find so much defensiveness, denial, justification. Instead, I find flimsy explanations for inexcusable behavior. Instead, I find behaviors that are minimizing at best, and abusive at worst.

It’s deeply disheartening to know that mercy won’t extend to the next fat person who comes along.

so many thin people choose to focus on the character of fat people, rather than the policies and practices that made us.

It hurts that so many thin people will so comfortably claim the moral high ground while pitting eating disorder survivors against fat people, and implicitly erasing fat people with eating disorders in the process.

It hurts that you can’t hear fat people when so many of us tell you that your “concern for our health” is both hurtful and harmful — that some of us can’t lose weight, and others of us might not want to

And it’s endlessly frustrating that so few thin people will just own it. Own that they’ve been disgusted by fat people, that they do not trust us with our own bodies, that they see us as failures. Own that they have hurt us without making us repeat it 10, 20, 50 times. Own that like anyone, they are products of a culture that fears and reviles fatness wherever it exists.


Link to blog post: https://humanparts.medium.com/when-thin-people-hurt-fat-people-out-of-love-89bba707c629
Oh cry me a river FATTY.
 
New TikTok video from Anna. She dances half naked in the middle of a NYC street.

Link to video: https://www.tiktok.com/@glitterandlazers/video/6720303346911055110?langCountry=en

This is a picture from her update video on YouTube. It's sad that she thinks her makeup looks nice in the video. :feels:


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New TikTok video from Anna. She dances half naked in the middle of a NYC street.

Link to video: https://www.tiktok.com/@glitterandlazers/video/6720303346911055110?langCountry=en

This is a picture from her update video on YouTube. It's sad that she thinks her makeup looks nice in the video. :feels:


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That last squat was really difficult for such a sporty heifer - she even lost balance and started falling backwards right before she cut the video.

At this point this is just grotesque. Soon respectable brands will turn away as she is visibly drunk in so many vids. In this last huge 40 min haul, she was clearly not sober and extremely hyper. Unless she admits the problem to herself nothing will change even after moving to Texas imho.
 
That last squat was really difficult for such a sporty heifer - she even lost balance and started falling backwards right before she cut the video.

At this point this is just grotesque. Soon respectable brands will turn away as she is visibly drunk in so many vids. In this last huge 40 min haul, she was clearly not sober and extremely hyper. Unless she admits the problem to herself nothing will change even after moving to Texas imho.
Could it be that her crippling alcoholism is contributing heavily to her obesity?

Not tryin to powerlevel but when I used to drink I would get huge munchies and could easily eat 2000 calories in one sitting. Alcohol wakes my inner appetite.
Wonder if its the same for her. Not to mention that most alcoholic beverages or cocktails have ALOT of sugar and carbs thus having many empty calories.
 
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Could it be that her crippling alcoholism is contributing heavily to her obesity?

Not tryin to powerlevel but when I used to drink I would get huge munchies and could easily eat 2000 calories in one sitting. Alcohol wakes my inner appetite.
Wonder if its the same for her. Not to mention that most alcoholic beverages or cocktails have ALOT of sugar and carbs thus having many empty calories.
It is a factor, no doubt. I’m sure she orders a shit ton of food while wasted. But the root cause of her size, in my view, is because she is an overeater. With just alcohol you can be chubby with a belly but getting to her stage it seems like a stretch. Candy juicy thighs loves to eat junk as a quick fix. It was probably her first addiction and then alcohol came in and since it’s so effective, she can’t stop. I’d feel bad if she weren’t such a condescending preachy bitch.
 
New TikTok video from Anna. She dances half naked in the middle of a NYC street.

Link to video: https://www.tiktok.com/@glitterandlazers/video/6720303346911055110?langCountry=en

So many comments say shit like "I wish I had your confidence!" when they should really say "I wish you had an ounce of shame!"

Anna's not going to clean up her drunken obese freak act in Austin unless Daddy makes her go to rehab with a visit to Dr. Now in Houston right after.
 
A lardass doing pointless exercises on her chair in front of the tv surrounded by squalor and filth while her spawns run wild and her pet skunk looks for a spot on the carpet to pee feels an awful lot like some kind of postmodern performance art around the theme of the fall of the western civilization. Hell, it’s even got multiculturalism.
 
When you’ve spent a long time trying and failing to correct what you’ve done to yourself and having a lot of guilt and shame because of it, having someone tell you “none of this is your fault, and in fact is not a problem at all, so stop trying to fix it because everything is fine and you’ll never have to work hard or try again!” is extremely seductive.

I always wonder why people in this movement don't have the awareness to ask themselves where are the older, healthier members of this "movement" are at. They claim fat acceptance, health at every size, ect... claiming that fat has nothing to do with your health. And I guess that's fair when your group is a bunch of 20 something year old glam internet personalities. Does nobody wonder why it's a bunch of 20-30 year olds preaching to them about health? lol. Oh, wait. Maybe because once you hit your 40s and 50s obesity doesn't look so pretty. It's no longer cute and quirky to see a 50 year old diabetic woman scarfing down cake and saying eff your beauty standards while hooked to oxygen with major mobility issues. Yikes. Nope, let's continue to listen to a bunch of 20 year olds about our health. A lot of them miss the point of being in your 20s and 30s you can treat your body like shit and be okay, it's not till later the gruesome shit comes. It's a reap what you sow kind of thing.
 
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