Fat Acceptance Movement / Fat Girlcows

[Otterly]

Otherwise, I guarantee some deliberately obtuse FA dipshit will choose to interpret your statement as "Dr. Otterly thinks thin people never die."

or THIN PEOPLE DIE TOO, bigot!
To which dr. O replies ‘yes but on average an awful lot later...’
If a diabetes diagnosis doesn’t shake someone to change their life what can you do? I’ve had a few friends get gestational diabetes and they’ve all followed the GD pregnancy diet to the letter. They were all terrified by it. The one thin family member I have with diabetes? ditto - follows a strict healthy diet and has excellent control.
The denial is breathtaking. The combo of Antifa and ‘twig hate’ is hilarious tho . More!

 

[ADHD]

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Oh boy, Sarah Hollowell. Her TedX talk "Fat Revolution" is a real treat.

 

[Angry New Ager]

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She's sad she has no friends and OMG, can you believe it, this one chick didn't photograph fat people, you guize!!!!

Who is she talking about? (said non-friend seems to be in the media?)

And how dare they making stuff that doesn't cater to HER!!!!

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Entitlement level 1000000000000000

Hey, Kelly--she did tell you she wasn't interested in being friends. She didn't say it in words, but she still communicated her lack of interest by not reciprocating when you reached out to her. That you refused to pick up the hint isn't her failure to communicate, but rather your failure to accept the answer she was giving you via her actions. So retconning the whole interaction and deciding it was probably just as well because she doesn't photograph fat people, and therefore must be a shallow, fatphobic bitch, is just a lot of sour grapes.

I'm pretty sure you are just as guilty of ignoring others' demands for your attention in the hope they will take the hint, give up, and leave you alone. You've done it many times before--and I know that because (despite all appearances) you're human, and whether they want to admit it or not, most humans do exactly that.

And humans do that because saying, in words, "I don't find you appealing, am not interested in giving you what you want, and wish you would take the hint and go away," is incredibly painful and awkward for most decent people. You have to be an intrusive, persistent pain in the ass before most people finally snap and say that kind of shit out loud, but most of them still won't do it because they dread having to deal with your hurt, your anger, and all the "Yeah, buts--" as you try to convince them they were wrong to reject you (which merely proves they were right to reject you).

You wish she'd told you explicitly about her lack of interest in being friends with you because you want her rejection of you to be painful and embarrassing for her. She rejected you, and that she probably didn't feel very much--or perhaps even anything--while ignoring your attempts to get her attention really chaps your fat ass, doesn't it? It's been a year, and you're still so fucking bitter over it that you're posting about it on Insta? Jesus, get over it, woman.

And you're not autistic, Kelly; just stupid, parasitic, and desperate for sympathetic attention, while at the same time trying to reduce others' expectations of you to the bare minimum.

 

[LetThemEatCake]

Oh boy, Sarah Hollowell. Her TedX talk "Fat Revolution" is a real treat.
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Good lord. What an entitled loudmouth. Whole speech is just a long whine.

I had a look at her LinkedIn and it took 5 years to get a BA in Creative Writing. All her published pieces are about being fat. Christ.

 

[Space Lobster Bat]

Fatty liver is really just a different way of saying non-alcoholic cirrhosis. All the damage without the fun of heavy drinking. They’re finding it to moving faster toward advanced liver disease, some statistics say within ten years and people aren’t grasping how dangerous this this. It’s also becoming more prevalent at an alarming rate. Pretty soon it’s going to be the largest cause of liver transplants if it isn’t already.

Yeah, but I can imagine you get put on the bottom of the waiting list if you're a deathfat or have a history about not giving a shit about doctors orders: why give you a new liver if you're just going to wreck the thing again?

I'm amazed at how many people go 'Oh, my liver is fucked? No big deal.' YES, IT IS. Your liver is not your appendix, or a gallbladder, or even technically your arms; If you fuck it up, you will be dead (depending on how bad it is, it could be as little as 6 months to 2 years) if you don't somehow un-fuck it (via getting a new one, or having it be at a reversible stage). And it will be long, painful, and miserable watching the cascade of failing internal bits because your liver is important to a lot of different health functions, including your immune function, blood clotting, and absorbing vitamins. You want jaundice? This is one of the main ways you can get jaundice.

Fatty liver can also hit thin people; just ones with bad genes and/or too much of a sugar intake. And when they say 'I'd rather die then change my diet' guess who has two thumbs and isn't surprised they got diagnosed with pre-diabetes a year later? Not me, I'm a bat and don't have thumbs. Still not surprised though.

Moral of the story: LISTEN TO YOUR FUCKING DOCTOR. Maybe they actually KNOW stuff in the field they studied in! And watch your damn intakes.

 

[eternal dog mongler]

Pretty soon it’s going to be the largest cause of liver transplants if it isn’t already.

Probably in a decade or so. But also you have to consider the new hepatitis C antivirals reducing transplants related to that, so NASH-related transplants are being pushed up from both directions.

In some instances they get a new liver and a new kidney at the same time, 'cause, duh, chronic kidney disease is something else morbid obesity contributes to. Especially in pediatric patients.

First they ate all our food, now they're eating all our organs.

 

[clusterfuckk]

GET OUT OF THE CAR AND TRY WALKING FOR A CHANGE.

There is a minefield of abuse reserved for the very fat. Two years ago, I weighed 400 pounds and rode city buses daily. At bus stops, strangers would approach me regularly, insisting on weight loss regimens, telling me loudly what I should and shouldn’t wear, shouting to passersby, is everyone seeing how fat this bitch is? Look at her! On airplanes, strangers stared openly and noisily announced their unwillingness to see my body.

Oh boy, Sarah Hollowell. Her TedX talk "Fat Revolution" is a real treat.
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all of these can be categorized as THINGS THAT NEVER HAPPENED
For 1000 Alex.

such made up bullshit. These bitches don’t understand their lies would be more believable if they didn’t overdo the details.

 

[Lunete]

Multiple homicide threats, a beetus diagnosis, a Krysta Beam chimpout, and much more all contained in these screenshots, humbly submitted by yours truly for the entertainment of my fellow kiwis.
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Jfc I thought you people were supposed to be jolly?
Also in what universe is that first girl "skinny"? She looks to be a size 20/22 at the smallest. How much if a behemoth is this Kelly bitch?

 

[Suzuki Beane]

Oh boy, Sarah Hollowell. Her TedX talk "Fat Revolution" is a real treat.
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Oof, real treat indeed. All I could think was how my Speech professor would have deducted so many points for such a deflated, unrehearsed delivery, before even getting to the poorly written script. Don't you believe what you're saying? Can't you commit it to memory? Don't read a whiny rant at your audience. If you believe this shit, stand up on your hind legs and speak your truth honey. You have an audience predisposed to give you a fair hearing at the very least, if not packed with HAES disciples happy to help you ladle the koolaid.

This young woman is not seeing the elephant in the room. She's eaten herself out of conventional chairs, seating on aircraft, and a romantic relationship. She's chosen to do this, even if the reason for her decision isn't a conscious one.

Sometimes people are horrible to her. Sometimes people are horrible to everyone. If people decide to be horrible they find a reason. You don't have to make it easy.

The crippling anxiety and depression you feel is from consequences. If you choose food for comfort over all the difficulties of life, you'll create more difficulties and need even more of that soothing food.

This quote from upthread is a succinct summary of what she needs to hear:

You know, while I do sympathize with anyone who is the target of actual wankers and bullies in real life who shout abuse while you're minding your business, it still doesn't mean we should normalize grotesque levels of obesity. Just like you shouldn't mock cripples, but generally we'd all prefer not to be crippled either. The issue with gross obesity is it's self-inflicted and thus the disgust is doubled - not only are megafats physically repellent, they CAN help being that way. All the activist noise in the world won;t change the fact that nothing about super morbid obesity will ever be seen as a good thing by anyone sane.

🎖🎖🎖

 

[Maggots on a Train v2]

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She's sad she has no friends and OMG, can you believe it, this one chick didn't photograph fat people, you guize!!!!

Who is she talking about? (said non-friend seems to be in the media?)

And how dare they making stuff that doesn't cater to HER!!!!

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Entitlement level 1000000000000000

This is bottom tier deviantart tart behavior, orbiting a person who makes X, in the hopes that she will make a free/reduced X for you. Then getting butthurt when the other person has a life outside the internet and doesn't put any value on superficial internet ass-patters.

 

[Captain Ahab]

HAES are so toxic. Jesus Christ.

 

[MrHoneyBadger]

I was met with a full-throated shout. GET OUT OF THE CAR AND TRY WALKING FOR A CHANGE.

I'm sorry, but that's brilliant - and also a good advice.
It almost ceirtanly didn't happen, but I've chucled a bit.

 

[Peaches Demure]

This young woman is not seeing the elephant in the room.

Of course she doesn't see the elephant in the room, because she is the elephant in the room. Both literally and metaphorically speaking.

 

[THOTto]

HAES are so toxic. Jesus Christ.

Many things are toxic in such massive quantities.

 

[JambledUpWords]

 

[horsegirl666]

Multiple homicide threats, a beetus diagnosis, a Krysta Beam chimpout, and much more all contained in these screenshots, humbly submitted by yours truly for the entertainment of my fellow kiwis.
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These people seem so jealous and miserable, it's hilarious that they go after other fats as well. And did I snort to that one girl going about having internalized misogyny... It's not internalized if you keep insulting the other girl as a bitch or whatever, stupid!

 

[Angry New Ager]

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J treats her body with the utmost disrespect, indulging her every craving like the overgrown toddler she is, and willfully destroying it in the process. Yet somehow, we're supposed to see this choice as perfectly good and valid, and J as still worthy of respect despite her suicidal self-destruction and self-inflicted poor health.

Yeah, I don't think so, J.

 

[Clovis]

New blog post from "Your Fat Friend." It's a long one. I'll try to only post the important parts.

The Long Con: Womanhood, Fatness and Normalizing Abuse


Jessica Walter’s voice was strangled with tears when she addressed Jeffrey Tambor’s outburst with her Arrested Development castmates for the New York Times.

She was quick to point out that “he never crossed the line on our show, sexually,” and preemptively insisted she needed to “let it go,” likely bracing herself for the inevitable pushback that would come when a woman spoke up about her difficult experiences with a man.

Like many women and survivors of any kind of abuse, listening to the interview was a lot to take. I felt it bodily: the turn in my stomach, the chill in my skin, the clench in my muscles, bracing for the crash. I felt it viscerally, like a method actor sourcing my own memories. The male boss who told me I was too emotional to do my job well. The white man who publicly shouted down a woman of color in a public meeting, and the other white men who gave him endless second chances. The same men who would later say they were stunned to see the wave of #MeToo posts, and who would profess shock at the casual callousness with which the men of Arrested Development brushed off Jessica Walters’ pain.
(Of course she had to make this about herself.)

Thanks to centuries’ worth of work from dedicated feminists, most of us could feel misogyny in that painful interview. We could touch the contours of its waves. We could feel its undertows, know where to find them. We could name misogyny publicly as a culprit.

Yes, there is pain, both for the woman wronged and for those of us who see ourselves in her experience. But there was acknowledgment, for the first time, of the hurt and harm this kind of abuse causes. And there was a reckoning, not only for Tambor himself, but for the Batemans and Hales of the world, who instinctually and reflexively normalize abuse that falls short of physical or sexual violence. That reckoning doesn’t offer redemption — not by a long shot — but it does show some small measure of progress.

As a woman who was all too familiar with experiences like Walters’, I felt validated, seen and heard like I hadn’t before. But that validation was, I knew, limited. Because I wasn’t just a woman, I was a fat woman. The bulk of my abuse had come at the hands of thin people, believing they were doing right and doing good, emboldened by a culture that agreed with them. And in my soft and certain marrow, I knew that that abuse — the abuse faced by fat people — would not be understood to warrant a similar reckoning. The same people who chastised Tambor, Bateman, and Hale on social media had readily defended the street harassment and institutional discrimination faced by fat people. And, culturally, they were affirmed.

So what do you do when your abuse is widely accepted? And how do you persist when your abuser is a culture?

As I write this, I weigh 330 pounds.

Three days ago, a stranger sped up to pull alongside my car in traffic. She motioned for me to roll down my window. I did, thinking I might have a tail light out. Instead, I was met with a full-throated shout. GET OUT OF THE CAR AND TRY WALKING FOR A CHANGE.

When I got home, I texted a friend to tell her what happened. The response came quickly. Did you do something to provoke her? Cut her off or something? I said no. Nothing? Are you sure? Yes. People are going to judge. I guess the only way to make it stop is to just lose weight.

There it was. My own Jason Bateman, with no reflection or reckoning in sight.

There is a minefield of abuse reserved for the very fat. Two years ago, I weighed 400 pounds and rode city buses daily. At bus stops, strangers would approach me regularly, insisting on weight loss regimens, telling me loudly what I should and shouldn’t wear, shouting to passersby, is everyone seeing how fat this bitch is? Look at her! On airplanes, strangers stared openly and noisily announced their unwillingness to see my body.

I have come to view the world through the prism of that abuse, negotiating my days around reducing it. Who will shout at me? Which doctors will refuse to see me? Which dates will mock my body? Which strangers will photograph me, or make a meme of my skin?

These incidents have become commonplace, even rote for me. I have developed a sad skill set: I know how to minimize these instances. I know how to avoid eye contact with strangers, knowing that our locking eyes are too often misconstrued as an invitation to shout or detail their judgments of my body. I know how to deploy a charm offensive, calming agitated aggressors before they get the chance to unleash their fury. I know how to swallow these instances, feel their pressure only from within myself. I know how to keep abusers at bay alone, knowing that no one else will step in. I know how to contain the blast.

I have never become accustomed to the complete lack of empathy from so many around me. I refuse to accept it.

For women — especially white women — describing our abuse is difficult, but increasingly, it’s met by some measure of sympathy, even if only from other women. But when fat people disclose our abuse, we are met with a steely refusal to believe it.

When that abuse turns physical, those scraps of empathy dissolve altogether. Fat survivors are told we are so undesirable that it’s impossible to sexually assault us. When it turns institutional, as with staggeringly prevalent employment discrimination or punitive airline policies, others’ responses curdle, turning from indifference to outright defense. Suddenly, people who otherwise relish complaining about delayed flights and cramped legroom become airlines’ staunchest defenders. They’ve got to make their money. Like spokespeople, they pivot to profits and regulation, the cost of jet fuel and supply side economics, defending companies they otherwise regularly decry.

There are so many barriers to empathizing with fat people. Many will overconfidently assert that fat people are in full control of our own bodies, despite a growing body of evidence to the contrary. Fat people are readily, gleefully mocked in movies, or held up as tragic morality tales on TV. When fat people are depicted with anything approaching normalcy, we’re met with naked disgust. Disdain for fat people is even encouraged, reframed as tough love, somehow deployed to our benefit.

Yes, there are barriers to empathizing with fat people. But it shouldn’t be an act of courageous defiance to name what fat people face as abuse. It shouldn’t be a radical act to insist that no one’s body warrants beratement simply by passing through someone else’s field of view.

I understand why others don’t intervene when fat hate rears its head. Intervention is uncomfortable and uncertain, risky and difficult. We don’t know what to say or how to make it stop. We find ourselves out of our depth, reaching for skillsets we’ve never had to develop, or suddenly reliving our own abuse. I can still recall vividly the times I have frozen in the face of abuse, or the times that I have failed to recognize it with the seriousness it deserved.

But at our core, even without intending to, most of us believe that abuse of fat people is simply a natural consequence of living in such defiant bodies. We believe that fat people can change our bodies, we simply fail to. We believe that “tough love” will motivate that change. And we believe that fat hate ought not earn our outrage because it is simply the way of the world, unworthy of the effort it would require to change it.

I am desperate for simple acknowledgement. I yearn for a that should never happen to anyone, offered without caveats or limitations, “tough love” posturing or threats of my assumed impending illness.

If you don’t wear plus sizes, you may struggle to hear the severity and irrationality of anti-fat abuse and bias. It may be difficult to hear, or difficult to believe. It speaks to a world that may be unfathomable to you. Life in a thinner body means the world around you has been redacted, presented to you only in part. It is unthinkable that strangers shout unprompted epithets at my body, but they do. It is unfathomable that doctors ban fat patients from their offices, but they do. It is impossible that airlines would bend to the will of brash and finicky passengers, but they do.

I am asking you to try to change your own perception, and in so doing, make some small change to the world.
I am asking you to reach out, feel the world around you as it exists now. Experience it anew. You cannot see the air, the way it pushes in gales of wind. But you can look to the trees. You can see how they sway and break when its momentum becomes too great.
I am asking you sharpen your vision if only so you can see me. I am asking you to notice when I am swept up, broken, gone.

Link to blog post: https://medium.com/@thefatshadow/the-long-con-womanhood-fatness-and-normalizing-abuse-132336d8093f

Oh god, is this the same one who blogs as fluffykittenparty.com? I just ended up on her blog this morning and I'm a little MATI.

This post about air travel reads like a legit paranoid delusion: basically she's projecting her own insecurities and mean-spirited bitchiness onto her fellow travellers then getting butthurt because she somehow just knows they're thinking mean thoughts about her. Throw in some humblebragging about travelling first class and having a conventionally attractive husband, and then seeming to imply that only fat people are ever self conscious and anyone smaller than her is breezing through life on easy setting.

Some choice quotes:-

I scan the other people waiting at the gate; each thin person is a potential aggressor

I see your face when I stand up to board first. You scan me, trying to understand. I do not look rich; I’m wearing jeans, a hoodie, a t-shirt, beat up old Converse sneakers. “How is she boarding before me?!” you think to yourself. Your eyes turn, once again, to my husband. “That’s it,” you say to yourself. “He must be well-off.” You stop looking, satisfied. Because you assume that because of my size, I must also be lazy, underemployed, poor. But you jut out your jaw a little bit at the injustice of it all when you turn back to your phone. I feel you hovering close to the outskirts of the line, waiting to board, furious that I get to board before you.

The solution seems simple, to me. Provide a few seats on flights that are larger, where fat people can be seated, away from your thin body and your expectation of comfort.

I don't doubt fat people get a lot of rude comments and she puts up with shit and that's a real bummer. But so do most other groups of people who are disadvantaged or marginalised in some way, and for most of those groups their problem isn't self inflicted.

Also, those straw-man fattist/racist/classist meangirl thins she's lovingly scripting in her imagination. Wow. imagine having to invent pantomime villains to externalise your own shame.
Calm down you massive egotist. Everyone else is just living their own lives and trying to get to their destination. You are not constantly at the centre of everyone's thoughts. You are literally choosing to make flying more of an ordeal than it needs to be by pretending you're psychic.

E: cant spel

 

[Free the Pedos]

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This looks like one of those parodies of leftist memes that shows how they can't be funny because there's too much text.

 

[Chamaelirium]

Oh god, is this the same one who blogs as fluffykittenparty.com? I just ended up on her blog this morning and I'm a little MATI.

No, according to this post the real identity of "Your Fat Friend" is entirely different.