Fat Acceptance Movement / Fat Girlcows

If you ever wondered what it's like to be the "fat friend," then you're in luck. You can read all about it in this article.

Here are the highlights:

  • Shopping:
Going to the mall is a straight shooting experience for me. I don’t have much to choose from. Plus size clothing isn’t very considerate of the fact that we all aren’t shaped like the flat stomached, roll-less models that are supposed to represent our demographic. Majority of the time, I don’t find what I want, and the intended fun mall trip becomes a self-doubt riddled walk of shame through a corridor between an Orange Julius and a Claire’s.

  • Dating
Granted, dudes ain’t sh*t, anyway you shake it up. Dating in LA is tragic enough as it is, so being fat adds an entire set of obstacles. I constantly express that I don’t make the first move. My girls reply with advice for me to “go for it” and “put myself out there.” And the truth is, I’d love to, but the dating dynamics for fat women are extremely disjointed. There so many moving parts involved that you can’t afford to simply “go for it.” Just to name a couple: Firstly, there’s already a disdain toward fat women in the dating game, and you can never tell if a man is fatphobic, or not. The number one fear of men on dating websites is that women are actually fat. To be real, I’m traumatized. :story:

  • Body Image Issues/Insecurities
Like I mentioned earlier, adulthood is automatically accompanied with weight loss and weight gain. Women of every size and shape experience bouts of low self-esteem. So, of course my friends and I vent about what parts of our bodies are giving us grief. Part of me thinks, “If only you knew how many women would kill to have bodies like yours…,” but its unfair for me to deny them their space to express discontentment, so I keep it to myself. But, then I hear a, “I just feel so fat. I need my (insert body part here) to be smaller.” Or when PMS time comes around, and appetites increase, I occasionally hear, “I’ve been eating so much. I’m so fat.” I know their words aren’t intentionally hurtful, but it bothers me. I’d much rather they use words that don’t directly describe me, like “fat.” People fail to realize how problematic it is to use”fat” as a synonym for ugly, lazy, or greedy (of which I am none.) I am fat everyday, 24/7, 365, at my best and my worst. When I feel like the most regal queenly goddess to ever walk this planet, I’m FAT. I don’t want my existence to have a negative connotation because a woman can’t fit into into her pants. Fat is not a “feeling”; it is a descriptor. My smaller friends do not recognize how a simple slip of the tongue could have an effect on me. However, in these instances, I try to remind them that there are more appropriate words to describe their moods.

My friends know how passionate I am about fat activism, and I try to educate them on my perspective so they know how to accommodate me as I accommodate them. (I'm sure she has lots of friends for this reason.)

For the not-so-fatties, if someone in your crew is of the fluffy persuasion, make sure they feel loved, accepted, and treated as equal. Be mindful of their bodies in the necessary situations, and make sure you create a safe environment for them to feel comfortable to be themselves. It is our job to love our friends through all of our qualities, so making sure to keep fatness in mind. Fat girls deserve good friends, too.

Link to article: https://simonemariposa.com/2018/11/12/being-the-fat-friend/
 
Fatties can never resist poisoning the well. They're lucky their friends tolerate their presence, but their willingness to reveal secret resentments in the name of socjus is just *Italian chef kissing fingers*

"this is what an empowered, confident woman looks like, dweebs"

"...btw pls listen about all my insecure body issues and microaggressions uwu..."
 
If you ever wondered what it's like to be the "fat friend," then you're in luck. You can read all about it in this article.

Here are the highlights:

  • Shopping:
Going to the mall is a straight shooting experience for me. I don’t have much to choose from. Plus size clothing isn’t very considerate of the fact that we all aren’t shaped like the flat stomached, roll-less models that are supposed to represent our demographic. Majority of the time, I don’t find what I want, and the intended fun mall trip becomes a self-doubt riddled walk of shame through a corridor between an Orange Julius and a Claire’s.

  • Dating
Granted, dudes ain’t sh*t, anyway you shake it up. Dating in LA is tragic enough as it is, so being fat adds an entire set of obstacles. I constantly express that I don’t make the first move. My girls reply with advice for me to “go for it” and “put myself out there.” And the truth is, I’d love to, but the dating dynamics for fat women are extremely disjointed. There so many moving parts involved that you can’t afford to simply “go for it.” Just to name a couple: Firstly, there’s already a disdain toward fat women in the dating game, and you can never tell if a man is fatphobic, or not. The number one fear of men on dating websites is that women are actually fat. To be real, I’m traumatized. :story:

  • Body Image Issues/Insecurities
Like I mentioned earlier, adulthood is automatically accompanied with weight loss and weight gain. Women of every size and shape experience bouts of low self-esteem. So, of course my friends and I vent about what parts of our bodies are giving us grief. Part of me thinks, “If only you knew how many women would kill to have bodies like yours…,” but its unfair for me to deny them their space to express discontentment, so I keep it to myself. But, then I hear a, “I just feel so fat. I need my (insert body part here) to be smaller.” Or when PMS time comes around, and appetites increase, I occasionally hear, “I’ve been eating so much. I’m so fat.” I know their words aren’t intentionally hurtful, but it bothers me. I’d much rather they use words that don’t directly describe me, like “fat.” People fail to realize how problematic it is to use”fat” as a synonym for ugly, lazy, or greedy (of which I am none.) I am fat everyday, 24/7, 365, at my best and my worst. When I feel like the most regal queenly goddess to ever walk this planet, I’m FAT. I don’t want my existence to have a negative connotation because a woman can’t fit into into her pants. Fat is not a “feeling”; it is a descriptor. My smaller friends do not recognize how a simple slip of the tongue could have an effect on me. However, in these instances, I try to remind them that there are more appropriate words to describe their moods.

My friends know how passionate I am about fat activism, and I try to educate them on my perspective so they know how to accommodate me as I accommodate them. (I'm sure she has lots of friends for this reason.)

For the not-so-fatties, if someone in your crew is of the fluffy persuasion, make sure they feel loved, accepted, and treated as equal. Be mindful of their bodies in the necessary situations, and make sure you create a safe environment for them to feel comfortable to be themselves. It is our job to love our friends through all of our qualities, so making sure to keep fatness in mind. Fat girls deserve good friends, too.

Link to article: https://simonemariposa.com/2018/11/12/being-the-fat-friend/
This is just an article about why you shouldn’t be friends with a FA. It’s always about them all the time.
 
Nothing new here - I was looking Danielle's instagram page and her health is so much more fucked up than I imagined
I was stupid to think that shes was not so bad and her HAES talk would be over alongside some health problems but nop...
If you ever wondered what it's like to be the "fat friend," then you're in luck. You can read all about it in this article.

Here are the highlights:

  • Shopping:
Going to the mall is a straight shooting experience for me. I don’t have much to choose from. Plus size clothing isn’t very considerate of the fact that we all aren’t shaped like the flat stomached, roll-less models that are supposed to represent our demographic. Majority of the time, I don’t find what I want, and the intended fun mall trip becomes a self-doubt riddled walk of shame through a corridor between an Orange Julius and a Claire’s.

  • Dating
Granted, dudes ain’t sh*t, anyway you shake it up. Dating in LA is tragic enough as it is, so being fat adds an entire set of obstacles. I constantly express that I don’t make the first move. My girls reply with advice for me to “go for it” and “put myself out there.” And the truth is, I’d love to, but the dating dynamics for fat women are extremely disjointed. There so many moving parts involved that you can’t afford to simply “go for it.” Just to name a couple: Firstly, there’s already a disdain toward fat women in the dating game, and you can never tell if a man is fatphobic, or not. The number one fear of men on dating websites is that women are actually fat. To be real, I’m traumatized. :story:

  • Body Image Issues/Insecurities
Like I mentioned earlier, adulthood is automatically accompanied with weight loss and weight gain. Women of every size and shape experience bouts of low self-esteem. So, of course my friends and I vent about what parts of our bodies are giving us grief. Part of me thinks, “If only you knew how many women would kill to have bodies like yours…,” but its unfair for me to deny them their space to express discontentment, so I keep it to myself. But, then I hear a, “I just feel so fat. I need my (insert body part here) to be smaller.” Or when PMS time comes around, and appetites increase, I occasionally hear, “I’ve been eating so much. I’m so fat.” I know their words aren’t intentionally hurtful, but it bothers me. I’d much rather they use words that don’t directly describe me, like “fat.” People fail to realize how problematic it is to use”fat” as a synonym for ugly, lazy, or greedy (of which I am none.) I am fat everyday, 24/7, 365, at my best and my worst. When I feel like the most regal queenly goddess to ever walk this planet, I’m FAT. I don’t want my existence to have a negative connotation because a woman can’t fit into into her pants. Fat is not a “feeling”; it is a descriptor. My smaller friends do not recognize how a simple slip of the tongue could have an effect on me. However, in these instances, I try to remind them that there are more appropriate words to describe their moods.

My friends know how passionate I am about fat activism, and I try to educate them on my perspective so they know how to accommodate me as I accommodate them. (I'm sure she has lots of friends for this reason.)

For the not-so-fatties, if someone in your crew is of the fluffy persuasion, make sure they feel loved, accepted, and treated as equal. Be mindful of their bodies in the necessary situations, and make sure you create a safe environment for them to feel comfortable to be themselves. It is our job to love our friends through all of our qualities, so making sure to keep fatness in mind. Fat girls deserve good friends, too.

Link to article: https://simonemariposa.com/2018/11/12/being-the-fat-friend/
yeah you could lose weight and not be the size of a land whale and none of that stuff would affect you. Just saying.
 
I was told by my sister-in-law’s niece at a party once that she couldn’t wait until my generation died because I made a politically incorrect joke about Indians and them smelling up their houses with curry flavored goodness. Another fucking smarter than everyone SJW. She’s fat too. And VERY plain looking. If these bitches would get fucked on the regular with normal men, they wouldn’t be so....everything and I stand by that.
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Yes I absolutely want to try a product after watching her rub her face mrsa with it Bitch needs something for acne with benzoyl peroxide or salicylic acid instead of aloe.
When skin isn't broken is when you want to use the actives, but for that huge ass herpe looking scab on her face - she definitely needs some aloe. And Neosporin.

And a healthy diet but who's kidding.
 
Shitter in her recent stories.....big as a house, skin nasty as fuck.
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That boulder on her chin probably weighs more than the majority of folks. Sure makes me wanna rush out and buy the product.

She's feckin gross.

I would put a bandaid on that chin crater just to keep her from picking at it more. Jfc!

Whilst she's dipping her sweaty mitts into mayo why does she not dip into some antiseptic. Christ, her hands are to her mouth 24/7 as it is.
 
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When skin isn't broken is when you want to use the actives, but for that huge ass herpe looking scab on her face - she definitely needs some aloe. And Neosporin.

And a healthy diet but who's kidding.
I would put a bandaid on that chin crater just to keep her from picking at it more. Jfc!
 
Corissa stuffing her face with the grossest "pizza" I've ever seen. I thought she just picked at her food and the smells of cooking made her cry and feel sick? Guess that only happens with healthy home cooking!

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You just know she picked up that little shaker of parmesan cheese and went to town on her pizza.
This fat fuck is too obese to exercise/train her puppy and eats this kind of gross food, STILL. They chose junk food over the life of that dog. Makes them forever despicable cunts.

Corissa posted this two days ago:
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Why do these people like showing off their boobs so much? Does being a FA come with an exhibitionist fetish as well? Also, Corissa has some of the most unfortunate skin I’ve seen on someone so young. She looks 20+ years older than she actually is. The hairstyle makes it even worse.
Fuck her and her utterly self indulgent life

So Kandy Fox wrecks her car driving home from her epic vacation to Cleveland and has to have her elderly dad fly out to rescue her (she’s not hurt). If you’re 40 years old, done porn, dating a trans., why can’t you rent a car and drive your own ass home? I don’t like middle aged women who act like helpless children.
 

This soup is shit. Why not just buy the canned cream of potato soup if you’re going to put canned creamy chicken in it. Hash brown potatoes? Get out of here with your canned and processed creamy chicken hash brown abomination.

E: Just word filter things
 
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These people and others all expect that they should have a great lifestyle that requires money, expect them to put in the effort and do a proper job hell you are oppressing them or pushing "conservative" norms on them. They think they should be able to mooch about on the giro all day and have designer clothes, a big house and fancy car, well fuck that make them work or in these parasites case, crash diet.
 
This soup is shit. Why not just buy the canned cream of potato soup if you’re going to put canned creamy chicken in it. BIG, BLACK DICK potatoes? Get out of here with your canned and processed creamy chicken BIG, BLACK DICK abomination.

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I can't think of a single word that Null would think to filter in that context.
 
These bitches will tell themselves literally anything to feel better about their current food addiction. Millions of people pick up bad habits in their childhood which they then overcome as adults.

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I really feel for LividLipids' daughters. They could have had a semi-normal life, but with a mom like that they're destined to be at least 200 Lbs each by age 12.

Edit: FYI, this was originally posted by yet another thin "nutritionist/therapist" catering to the deathfats.

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That soup seems especially foul. How hard is it to chop up some damn potatoes?

Also, why does she need "cream of chicken" and chicken broth? And of course she needs to add a shitton of cheese and bacon on it too.
 
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