Fat Acceptance Movement / Fat Girlcows

I remember seeing her a couple years ago one the wonderful Tumblr "This is Thin Privilege" Fatties were outraged that she had a hobby that wasn't eating.

Lol, found it:

"She’s not just taking plus sized clothing. She’s taking plus sized clothing for people who don’t have even have the option to buy into the monopolized world of plus size shops. I have friends who get 90% of their clothes from thrift stores. I get this is just one person, but fuck, you don’t need to be getting thrifted clothes that are more than twice your fucking size to repurpose them. YOU ESPECIALLY DON’T NEED TO MAKE HUMILIATING CARICATURE-LIKE STANCES IN EVERY BEFORE PICTURE THAT MOCKS THE STANCE/POSTURING/AND SIMPLY THE SPACE FAT PEOPLE EXIST IN."

Hahahha. And they're rage-stroking over an ugly housecoat that only an elderly invalid at a nursing home would willingly wear.
 
You sure that is not a troon? Looks fairly troony to me. They has the pronouns.
Someone in the Phoebe/FatVegFemme thread on LCF posted this nightmare throwback with Mx Tickner and her longsuffering boyfriend (he works, she doesn't. he pays the rent and bills, she spends her Etsy hobby money on dick shaped candles and expensive nail polish)

I'm not sure why she makes herself so unnattractive on purpose, here she looks like a literal thumb but worse.

*ALL* her pics are unintentionally as ugly and unappealing as possible. Always thought she should have her own thread here. Poor dumbass boyfriend, started dating her about 150 lbs ago; by all accounts he's really shy and she was the first girl to show him any attention. Now he's her indentured servant.
So she gained a bunch of weight, makes herself ugly on purpose, and from what I know has eaten herself into a chair, so he met her when she did not have to be pushed around, all the while he works to just feed her as she wastes oxygen and no doubt scolds him for not cooking more food faster as he comes home after a hard day work. Sound about right? Let's just say I am kinda familiar with the situation. She is not going to keep him, either he gets fed up, kicks her ass to the curb, or he will cheat and leave for greener pastures. And I can barely imagine more abject rotten pastures than this.
 
People like her HATE that ReFashionista lady, too. They go on the same tirades about how awful she is for taking plus sized clothes and making them work for her.

They clearly have not actually read her blog. She takes the ugliest shit she got for pennies, because literally nobody wants that ugly garbage, and makes it usable again. They really gonna try to say they would have worn her "Before" clothes? Bull.
The fats also detest her because she doesn’t give a shit about what they say. She didn’t really respond when TiTP went after her, she refuses to apologize and she refuses to stop. The effrontery! The fats told her she’s problematic and she didn’t fall to her knees, beg for forgiveness and become a rabid pro-fat as penance? She’s the purest form of evil ever.

Fats are some of the brokest SJWs. The only broker woke group is trans women. And one of the reasons they are so broke, not counting disproportionate amounts of income spent on food, is because they are prey for folk who use their wokeness against them. They’ll spend $40 plus shipping for a T-shirt with an anthropomorphic cupcake screaming “RIOTS NOT DIETS” or ten dollars on two press kit buttons proclaiming the truly unique position that Nazis are politically undesirable if one is a fat or a Jew or maybe Polish. If someone on Etsy is selling a Little Mermaid lunchbox as a purse, they’re crowdfunding the price. They could afford decent new clothes without hardship or reliance on polyester maternity dresses Mormons in the 80s rejected as dowdy. Victim flexes matter far more than spending their money on useful items.
 
They really thought they did something there
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Lmao regarding the clothes, I cannot. Those videos are helpful for all the people who went through some shit, gained weight, and are now working to get their lives together and don't want to purchase an entirely new wardrobe to dress their shrinking figure. Or people who just lost weight but love their old style. Or those who are experiencing financial troubles and are slimming down due to a halved food budget and/or more laborious work.

"You have a sweet ass shirt you thrifted years ago that doesn't fit anymore and you can't find it at another retailer? Here are some styling tips." That shit comes in handy for people who aren't leeching off taxpayer money and are too busy working to go from store to store or misuse benefits for new clothes because they have their own bills to pay.

I can't with that logic. If that's the case, every infinifat/deathfat FA who still buys a size smaller needs to hand over reparations for every smallerfat who lost out on a 4XL polo from Goodwill bc of their delusions and insecurities.
It just goes to show you how much "privilege" these fatties have. Anyone who has ever been poor, knows that buying clothing is a luxury. Poor people learn how to sew and they also learn how to take good care of there clothing. I have yet to find a death fat that has other hobbies then, shopping and food. What a sad existence.
 
It just goes to show you how much "privilege" these fatties have. Anyone who has ever been poor, knows that buying clothing is a luxury. Poor people learn how to sew and they also learn how to take good care of there clothing. I have yet to find a death fat that has other hobbies then, shopping and food. What a sad existence.

Yeah I can confirm. Grew up poor as fuck and learned to sew.

The Chinese shit all of these IG fatfluencers are buying and showing off are made of bizarre synthetic materials which would make them nearly impossible to repair.

All of Anna's hauls seem to vanish into the closet and then most likely the garbage bin. Very woke++ to wear sweatshop shit and then throw it out when your fat rolls blow it out.
 
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I'm pretty sure some of the people deciding where clothes racks go are absolutely trolling fatties, though. It's funny walking through a plus-size section where the big circular racks are so close together that the clothes almost touch each other, so if you want to move through the section you're constantly running into shit. Close enough that even thin people would not be able to fit without moving things around.
 
I don’t get how these fat SJWs, who are ALL WHITE, think it’s appropriate to call out obvious people of color for their YouTube hobbies. They need to learn their place in the oppression hierarchy, just because they’re fat and have they/them pronouns does not mean they get to dictate what a person (not assuming gender here!) of color does. They need to check their privilege like Anna needed to check that bag.
 
I don’t get how these fat SJWs, who are ALL WHITE, think it’s appropriate to call out obvious people of color for their YouTube hobbies. They need to learn their place in the oppression hierarchy, just because they’re fat and have they/them pronouns does not mean they get to dictate what a person (not assuming gender here!) of color does. They need to check their privilege like Anna needed to check that bag.
Okay calm down, Sargon.
 
seeing those XXXXXXXL dresses on a normal girl really drives home the insanity of the whole situation. those comically huge dresses are so far beyond the realm of normal and functional clothing it's really absurd.
no wonder the fatties hate seeing those pics, it reminds them just how fucking fat and how far removed from regular people they are.
What's funny is the dresses, for the most part, aren't even THAT BIG. Most of the beasts I've seen complain about stuff like this couldn't fit into the clothes anyway.
 
Okay calm down, Sargon.
Oops I was trying to be sarcastic but I guess it didn’t come through. I am surprised though that they’re not in an online slapfight with other professional victims. I think it’s because Asian women aren’t considered oppressed enough. Can you imagine if they were picking on a size 0 woman of any other minority who was doing this instead? It would be nonstop arguing over which demographic deserves to buy ugly size 4x clothes in thrift stores more and who has less privilege.
 
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The gall of this woman. Doesn’t she realize that I can make the same argument about her food intake? If she’s so concerned about having enough clothes, a really easy fix is to lose weight.

Even if you accept certain fatlogic premises, this thread makes no sense: she says (paraphrasing) that her complaint is specifically with thin women who buy large-sized clothes in thrift stores as opposed to regular shops where you can find several copies of the same item. Then a bit later she rants about the thin woman who bought a pair of overlarge jeans and altered them down to her size, and specifically complains/wonders why someone would do this "rather than just buy the jeans they want."

Um ... because the thin woman is shopping in a thrift store, remember? No matter what size or shape you are, there's never a guarantee you'll find "the clothes you want" or even "the sizes that fit you." If you shop in thrift stores and you only buy clothes that already fit you perfectly, it's not unusual to visit a store and walk out with nothing, even if you wear relatively common sizes.
 
Even if you accept certain fatlogic premises, this thread makes no sense: she says (paraphrasing) that her complaint is specifically with thin women who buy large-sized clothes in thrift stores as opposed to regular shops where you can find several copies of the same item. Then a bit later she rants about the thin woman who bought a pair of overlarge jeans and altered them down to her size, and specifically complains/wonders why someone would do this "rather than just buy the jeans they want."

Um ... because the thin woman is shopping in a thrift store, remember? No matter what size or shape you are, there's never a guarantee you'll find "the clothes you want" or even "the sizes that fit you." If you shop in thrift stores and you only buy clothes that already fit you perfectly, it's not unusual to visit a store and walk out with nothing, even if you wear relatively common sizes.

All of this plus everything everyone else has said on the topic.

Also, some people exclusively shop at thrift stores because they are ethically opposed to fast fashion or still find it too expensive for what it is. I clearly remember clothes from the early 2000s, even brands like Mossimo at Target and shit from Kohl's, used to be much higher quality; now many clothes are made of paper-thin shit material and pill or fall apart in one or two wears/washes. It's irritating and wasteful as hell. I'm not a fucking "influencer," so it would be nice to have quality over hyper-trendy and disposable like Anna's gross wardrobe.

Finally, thin people can be broke, on a strict budget, frugal, etc., too, lol. I think these people's brains are so addled by fat and envy that they really see a woman under a size 8 and think "PRIVILEGED, PERFECT LIFE." How simplistic and childlike is that?
 
New mom says bone marrow cancer went undiagnosed as a result of doctor's 'fatphobia'
Los Angeles-based comedian, writer and co-founder of a feminist comedy theater, Jen Curran, took to her Twitter page on Monday to share the “crazy story” in a 41-tweet thread. In it, she explained that she had high protein in her urine during her pregnancy, which was diagnosed by her ob-gyn as preeclampsia. But as the levels of protein continued to increase after the birth of her healthy daughter in February, the ob-gyn recommended that Curran see a kidney doctor.

“I didn’t ask for a recommendation,” she admitted in her tweets. “Since I had a new baby to lug with me, I assumed it would be easiest to go to a doctor covered by my insurance, near my house. Whoops.”

The convenient choice ended up being a doctor who looked at her lab results and concluded that they weren’t of concern. When Curran pushed for an explanation of why her protein levels were the only indication that her body might not have recovered from birth just yet, when it had in all other ways, the doctor suggested that she “try to lose some weight.”

The 38-year-old said she wasn’t content with the doctor’s suggestion, in part because she had researched “how toxic diet and weight-loss culture can be.”

“I knew in my gut something else was wrong,” she wrote. “Finally I decided to get a second opinion.” Curran asked her ob-gyn for a recommendation for a kidney specialist this time around, before visiting a second doctor who ran some tests and concluded, “This is not good. And there’s nothing diet or exercise can do to touch it,” according to her tweet.

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Not sure how I feel about this. Doctors are human, not infallible. Do any of our medical spergs know if high protein in the urine can be related to obesity in postpartum women who had preeclampsia, or did the doctor really botch this shit?
“The doctor recommended I see a specialist who could have caught this but I didn’t want to because EXCUSE ME I DID NOT ASK FOR YOUR RECOMMENDATION, so I just saw some rando doctor who was the closet to me because I couldn’t be arsed to travel further because I had a BABY and apparently I have to walk everywhere with the baby now, cannot drive in a car, so anyway I went to some non specialist and got an inaccurate diagnosis, which would not have happened if I’d taken the original doctor’s recommendation. WHY DO DOCTORS HATE FAT PEOPLE.”

New blog post from, "Your Fat Friend."
Here are some of the highlights:

Your bad body image doesn’t end with you.

"Ugh, I’m so fat.”
The words come to you easily, an oddly comforting refrain.
After a lifetime of training, drills and rehearsals of moments like these, you know your lines, and have found your character.

I sit in the dressing room foyer, watching you watch yourself. A triple mirror reflects your body from every angle, but only sometimes catches my size 26 frame from the bench behind you. Your body is brightly lit, foregrounded, exposed on every side, imperfect in its thinness.

Your eyes catch fire, a spark of recognition when you remember the body behind you. The body you brought along on this shopping trip for reinforcement and moral support. The body with whom you pleaded I just really need you there, never finishing the remainder of the sentence: so that I can compare my body to yours. The body whose existence reminds you that while your insecurities persist, at least you don’t have to look like me. The breath catches in your throat, and you make eye contact through the mirror, your many reflected bodies still blotting out my one.

“I’m so fat,” you correct yourself. “But you look great! Have you lost weight?” You offer up this olive branch halfheartedly, a forced and conciliatory smile blotted hastily across your face.

I shake my head no. In all the times we’ve had this exchange, I have never lost weight. This, though, is your escape hatch, and I can’t bring myself to offer the absolution you so desperately want, but have never earned. Nor can I bring myself to tell you how it feels to hear my body so casually maligned and bemoaned, time and time again. My body is the only home I’ve got, and nearly every time I see you, you so readily and thoughtlessly insult it. And nearly every time I see you, I wonder why I invite you back.

I tell you that I don’t want to hear about how fat you think you’re getting, how no one will want you if you gain another ten pounds, how this is probably why your ex lost interest. I tell you that so many other friends would certainly be happy to listen to your complaints about your body, but that I am both insulted and hurt to hear such vicious things about a body less than half my size. I know well the obsessive contours of body dysmorphia and restrictive eating. Still, I ask you why you feel compelled to voice your complaints so loudly with the fattest person you know. You have yet to answer me.

I tell you that, when you wring your hands about gaining what you consider to be a cartoonish amount of weight (one hundred pounds!), you would still be significantly smaller than me.

I wonder if the sacrifice of my body at the altar of yours is a conscious decision, or a thoughtless one.

They come to me, the fattest person most of them know, brimming with insecurity and lack, because they assume I will understand. I do not.

I understand the Sisyphean task of dieting, an unending quest to complete an impossible mission. I understand the ways in which our own bodies bend like light through the prism of a constant assault of diet talk and weight loss mandates.

But what I do not understand is expecting endless and unreciprocated emotional support from those whose bodies are unquestionably more demonized than yours. I do not understand expecting fatter friends to hear you talk about how disgusting your thighs are, and then being shocked when they ask you to stop. I do not understand seeking out fatter friends specifically to prey on the insecurities that you assume they have, and expecting them to reassure you that you don’t look as disgusting as I do. I do not understand seeing that as anything short of insulting and callous.

I do not understand the impulse to build a friendship solely to assuage your own insecurities, and not out of a sense of mutual respect I do not understand choosing to ignore the eating disorders you may be triggering, the trauma you may be unearthing, the harm you have been told you are causing.

I do not understand ignoring a good friend’s clear request to stop berating my body and yours. And I do not understand ignoring that giving voice to your ceaseless grievances about your own body, without your listener’s consent.

Disappointed and overtaken by embarrassment more than guilt, you reach for other halfhearted compliments. Did I change my hair? Maybe it’s my skin care. Have I been working out more?

I do not respond. I wait for the moment to pass. And as I sit in that dressing room, in a store that doesn’t carry my size, I decide to stop returning your calls. The virus has overtaken you, and my sickness will not save you.


Link to blog post: https://medium.com/@thefatshadow/your-bad-body-image-doesnt-end-with-you-6014f03746d0
Maybe don’t go out with these friends then, moron. Get friends who don’t just use you to make themselves look better. Which they're probably not doing at all, you’re just massively insecure.

Why does she always write about herself as this stoic, grounded and deep fat person who is inexplicably friends with a thousand skinny Stacys who say carelessly horrible things to her literally all day every day?

She writes like a native talking about the weary struggle of looking around and seeing her homeland stolen through genocide and slavery...but all she’s really saying is, “Jennifer was trying on a wedding dress and said she felt so fat because she gained weight, and she DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER THAT I’M FATTER.”

I hate that her opinion is “when you call yourself fat you’re insulting ME because IM FATTER so you’re actually hating on me!”

Which is another way of saying, “Jennifer’s crippling anxiety and insecurities about her self-image are like REALLY bothering me because does she not even care about how *I* feel about ME?”

People are harder on their own image than they are on others. When some gorgeous starlet calls herself a hot mess and says she feels ugly, I don’t fuckin get in her insta and tell her that she’s ugly-shaming me personally because I’m not as hot as her so if she calls herself ugly she MUST BE CALLING ME A FUCKIN GOLEM.

You’re a shitty friend, Fat Friend. Everyone else’s problems are pointless and yours is the only one that matters and no one can say anything self-criticizing because Fat Friend might think it’s about her.

At least when Jennifer realizes she’s gotten too big for her favourite jeans, her first thought will be “time to cut back on all the alcohol and office snacks,” not “there is nothing I can do except make this society’s fault.”
 
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Women who aren't fat who like to talk about how they are can be pretty annoying--it feels like they're fishing for compliments.

I dunno, I agree with Abra's take. Nearly every woman does the "I'm fat" thing at some point. It's not a personal thing or directed toward actual obese slobs. Yr Fat Friend makes everything about herself and honestly never seems to care that her friends have their own problems and insecurities. She just seems like a miserable, self-centered twat. Worse, I imagine that she seems pleasant enough in person most of the time but then writes these nasty, passive-aggressive screeds about all of her family, friends, and coworkers.

During my teens and twenties people like Kate Moss and Nicole Richie were the thing, so it was really easy to feel like a whale. Fishing for compliments in any situation is irritating, I agree, but it's also possible to be normal or even thin and genuinely feel inferior, fat, and gross.
 
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