Once again, I'll be the late one and re-state the obvious...she is a complete mess, to the point of being distressing, I don't even wanna think about what is going on with that enormous festering slash down her fupa, she is being both dumb and crazy again, her calorie intake is jaw-dropping, she probably needs to be institutionalized, never saw a woman so alone...
Whether or not she'll be dead in a few weeks or a couple of decades is almost a moot point. She has more than amply proven to anyone who sees her that she is not destined to have a long lifespan. Most of us know someone or maybe even more than one person whose lifestyle and choices just seem destined to curtail their longevity, and sure enough, one day they are dead. She. Won't. Lift. A. Finger. To. Ever. Help. Herself.
As for her bucket list...how breathtakingly sad...and yet, still Clotso is too dumb to understand the most fundamental and simple aspect of her psychotic eating. She always laments that if she loses weight, she can never have pizza or burgers or tacos again, and the idea is just too barren and awful to face. She can't live a life eating kale, like skinny bitches do. Although she paid lip service to the concept once in a video ("if you want a cookie, have one cookie") without seeming to fully comprehend it, her issue is not her junk food diet necessarily, it is the vast quantities she overeats. She could lose weight, and have a slice of pizza or a cheeseburger once in a while, just like normal people do, ffs. But she will never even take the simplest of simple steps (like eliminating fucking dips for starters) toward training herself how to eat like a human being. She still needs her "last hurrah" before her supposed WLS.
Let's face it. She has been a superfatty since early teenhood. She is much closer to the end of her life than she is to her early teen years. This lifetime of being a complete glutton just ain't gonna change. How could it? She has zero to replace it with. Think of what an ordinary 36-year-old knows and has experienced; she has had none of it. Her life is an enormous void. Only an intervention has any shot at saving her; left to her own devices, she will indeed kill herself this way. And I am as serious as a heart attack. But anyone who watches her knows this by now, except her dingbat admirers.
When Clotso went hardcore mukbang full time again, with her surgery looming, I noted that I thought this never-ending, circular, shaggy-dog tale was approaching some kind of climax; we were going to get a crescendo of sorts. I was met with a lotta "optimitics," but I still think we are on track for that crescendo. I fear it will not be the applause that would have greeted the new Chantal sitcom, which has already been canceled by its own creator before it even started. It will be something darker.
Life as Chantal had always known it ended on surgery day. She just hasn't quite realized it yet. Now things just start falling apart.
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