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Is it just me or does she have an extremely mannish face? Maybe it's the jawline which explains the carefully curated angles. Her trendy caked on makeup/contour really doesn't do her any favors either.
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It is quite an angular face. I personally appreciate that look, but it is distinctly masculine. I'm just impressed a very vague jawline is still visible.
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Tbf it is working in her favor compared to her more rounder faced allies who basically have orbs for faces at this point once they remove the makeup that gives the illusion of having any facial structure
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Wall-E was a documentary.
Aww man, she was cute. Then every time I thought she couldn't get bigger it kept going.
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Sigh. If only she'd stopped troughing after the 4th row down. She was THICC but not actively lardsome.
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My favorite fat acceptance lolcow is Plump Princess/Khaleesidelrey/Courtney Mina. However nobody seems to dislike her for some reason, she is pretty much a cringefest.
Sure, a chronic health condition is the reason you’re over 400lbs: https://www.google.nl/amp/s/m.huffpost.com/us/entry/8055698/amp
She sells her huge body on her feeder porn site that features picturEd and videos gorging on fast food AND cakes: http://www.theplumpprincess.com
At 33 years old, she still idolizes Lana Del Rey and Game of Thrones to the point she even names herself after them on Social media. Let’s not forget she speaks of herself ad “the princess”.
She writes articles about basic SJW shit on bustle: https://www.bustle.com/articles/154177-7-things-to-remember-if-youre-shamed-for-your-body-online
she also was at the same protest in bra as Tess Holliday:https://www.revelist.com/celebrity/tess-holliday-stripped-train-station/6828
But for some reason people don’t dislike her.
Sure, a chronic health condition is the reason you’re over 400lbs: https://www.google.nl/amp/s/m.huffpost.com/us/entry/8055698/amp
She sells her huge body on her feeder porn site that features picturEd and videos gorging on fast food AND cakes: http://www.theplumpprincess.com
At 33 years old, she still idolizes Lana Del Rey and Game of Thrones to the point she even names herself after them on Social media. Let’s not forget she speaks of herself ad “the princess”.
She writes articles about basic SJW shit on bustle: https://www.bustle.com/articles/154177-7-things-to-remember-if-youre-shamed-for-your-body-online
she also was at the same protest in bra as Tess Holliday:https://www.revelist.com/celebrity/tess-holliday-stripped-train-station/6828
But for some reason people don’t dislike her.
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Doctor: "Uh, Miss, I thought you're just here for a flu shot?"
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the video was pretty boring but you do get little glimpses of the fat acceptance delusion.
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- began video talking about London's style being different from Loey's
- they make a joke about how you can leave really nasty comments if you don't like the video
- but the video almost has a million views w 200 comments so i doubt it
- in the middle of the intro Loey gets a call on her phone, it's postmates. they ordered popeyes 3:19
- right after she opens up a can of diet coke lmao
- London remarks how the clothes on her body feel tight because they just ate so much taco bell 3:28
- Loey instantly cuts her off saying how "we don't apologize for our body. you can eat more taco bell, and you're a queen. you're always a queen"
- London instantly changes her tone and agrees, they pretend to lean in for a kiss and giggle after. it's so weird
- when tess holiday croaks so you can finally be the prime obese redhead
- Loey starts talking about the cropped flannel they are both wearing. she leans back and catches sight of her stomach and im guessing stretch marks. she quickly rolls up the leggings so it covers everything and then interrupts her sentence by saying, "speaking of, like, loving ourselves. i have a roll through my leggings and guess who doesn't care? me beech." i guess if you say it enough times you'll believe it. 3:55
- Loey says, "it fits us very similarly."4:50
- London thinks she got a size too big in her jeans but says it's going to be good for "more tacobell." Loey agrees, "eat more taco bell, get more comfortable. icons only." icons only is something she repeatedly says through this whole video. whenever she doesn't know what to say she blurts it out like a chantal ticc. she's a 30yo woman but this makes her sound like a 14yo Shane Dawson stan. it's really weird how she isn't comfortable filming in front of a camera despite being on youtube for more than 5 years. 7:09
- Loey sized down in this dress and it "fits just as well...just as well." keep in mind Loey is wearing shapewear, which help to hide fat.
- London and Loey were invited to a party for Nikkita Dragun and London decided to wear one of the fashion nova dresses. she tells us that she received tons of compliments. Loey cuts her off and changes the subject 11:17
- throughout the whole video Loey cuts off London and talks about herself and the way the items fit her. it's really rude but London seems fine with it
- Once again joking about how the clothes give them room for taco bell 16:00
- Loey talking about how she ate so much Olive Garden in the bodysuit and camo joggers 16:29
- another weird joke about them hooking up 17:06
- definitely not the jealous fat friend
- Loey does paranormal videos so at 20:00 she hears something or at least pretends to
- Loey goes up a size when she's online shopping but only because she gets nervous. still a size 18 y'all
- this part is really funny. London says, "the weird thing is i have a small waist and a larger...bottom..." and Tess, sorry, Loey looks so pissed. 21: 44 i guess it's not body pos to be conventionally attractive
Keep it mind that the video was uploaded in Feburary of last year, she only got bigger.
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That's some of the hardest working PVC in Christendom.
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Jesus Christ. This crab isn't just pulling others down in the bucket; she's trying to kidnap free-range ocean crabs and add them to the bucket too.
- London remarks how itchy her body feels because she walked in the woods through poison ivy.
- Loey instantly cuts her off saying how "we don't apologize for our body. you can walk through those ivy-covered woods all you want."
- London remarks how her head and stomach feel bad because she just drank so much alcohol.
- Loey instantly cuts her off saying "we don't apologize for our head and stomach. you can drink another strawberry margarita."
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They both look like hooors despite the sizing.
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God I had forgotten all about Ali Thompson / Ok2BeFat until I was unceremoniously assaulted looking for something decent to read. Instead, a kind, well-meaning hambeast stranger suggested I read "They don't make plus-size spacesuits." It came out last year and looks to be an absolute mess of HAES nightmares:
It starts out with an essay about how fat people are iNvIsIbLe
Bonus: the "customers also bought" gave me a giggle
Hope I didn't boomer the formatting, I haven't put images on here before.
It starts out with an essay about how fat people are iNvIsIbLe
Bonus: the "customers also bought" gave me a giggle
Hope I didn't boomer the formatting, I haven't put images on here before.
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They don't make plus size spacesuits because the cost of putting things in orbit, on current chemically powered rockets, are at least $2,000/kg. Unless and until mass accelerator launchers or space elevators are developed, every kilogram of human being that they launch is a kilogram of something useful that stays on the ground. So she can shove all the whalesong about how science fiction isn't body positive or has insufficient body diversity right up her flabby arse.
Also, if commercial space travel ever becomes viable for humans and you can get on a Falcon Heavy to the ISS or Moonbase Alpha with as little fuss as getting a 747 to New York, they will have mass limits or mandatory weigh-ins. Why? For your safety. Because the higher the launch mass the more fuel they need to load up with. If they have too little fuel they won't get out of Earth's gravity well and everyone will crash and die. It's the same reason they have seatbelt extenders for deathfats and multiple seat policies for infinifats - because when you weigh as much as three normal sized passengers the plane risks being overloaded.
But no. To this land-beluga, it's all just because the kyriarchy literally murders fat bodies. You want to be the first space whale, love, knock yourself out. Just either lose weight, or pack extra fuel and pay for same to get your enormous flabberous form into orbit.
EDIT: Like many fat activists, she has no understanding of maths or physics. The people who deny calorie counting works are arguing against thermodynamics. The people who deny that getting heavy things into orbit requires more fuel are arguing against Newton's laws of motion.
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Ash from the Fat lip Podcast, got an email from the casting office of my 600 pound life. She writes about it on her website.
Here are the highlights. (It's a long read. I'm only posting small parts from it):
There are some topics that I’ve avoided really talking about no matter how many times I’m asked or how qualified I am. One of those is My 600-lb Life. I’m not going to tell you what that is or where to find it. I like to consider it the Voldemort of TV shows. Never speak its name. Except, you know, right now in this essay.
If you don’t know about My 600-lb Life, please enjoy blissful ignorance and never ever google it. Trust me on this. Most of us do know about it. Most fat people have been asked by an acquaintance or family member or stranger on the internet if they know about it. I wish I didn’t.
I hate this fucking show. It is entrenched in and actually makes a product of weight stigma. It creates entertainment around it. This show profits off of its audience’s fear of fatness and disability. And that’s not even touching what it does to the actual fat people it profiles.
My assumption has always been that the people who appear on the show have applied to participate because they have become overwhelmed by their circumstances and are looking for help. It has never and will never be for me to decide what people do with their own lives and bodies. If people are seeking this out, this is not for me to criticize.
But something happened a couple weeks ago. I got an email from a casting office.
Date: Thursday, March 5, 2020
To: ash@thefatlip.com
Subject: My 600-lb Life Opportunity
Hi Ash!
My name is Gabe, I’m a casting assistant working with TLC on their compelling docu-series My 600-lb Life. Each episode follows the lives of real people as they embark on a road to better health and make the courageous decision to change their world forever.
We are looking for individuals over 18 years old, between 500-800 pounds, who live in the continental US and are ready to commit to a year-long program to improve their health. If approved by the show’s physician, selected individuals will also receive Gastric Bypass Surgery.
I know it would be a big change for you. If you are interested in learning more, I would be excited to hop on the phone to discuss this opportunity in more detail!
I’m looking forward to hearing back soon!
All the best,
Gabe
Ain’t that some shit? Clearly Gabe here didn’t do even the most basic research. I have been vocally fat positive on the internet for over 15 years and have made with my own two fat hands a fat liberation podcast that has been running two episodes a month for nearly 4 years. I regularly post photos of my 600 pound body in varying degrees of undress on the internet. I am not the one, Gabe.
I responded to this email as politely and diplomatically as I could possibly manage: “Not no but fuck no.”
I posted about the email and my response on Instagram and over the next few days I heard from at least 8 other fat people who had received nearly identical messages. Not all from Gabe, though. An Instagram friend with inside knowledge said that casting for these shows is done by independent contractors that are paid by referral.
Apparently at least one of these casting assistants (and I suspect all of them based on the people who seem to have been targeted) went right through the infinifat hashtags and hit up anyone who appeared to be in the right weight range.
Y’all, it is HARD to feel safe allowing yourself to be seen in this world when you live in a very marginalized body. Those hashtags and our once-a-month day of visibility are the one place we fucking have, even in the fat community. Many of us still have a tenuous grasp of body acceptance and of the way our bodies look and move. Many of us would not be able to post those photos without seeing their peers doing the same.
On My 600-lb Life nearly every fat person profiled is told that they absolutely must have weight loss surgery. They are told that they are dying and that this is the only way to save their life.
As I said, I contend that there is no way that they or anyone can make this assertion in good faith. But just for argument’s sake, let’s suspend disbelief for a minute. Let’s say that the doctors and show producers feel fervently that they are offering these people an actual lifeline.
How benevolent of them to give this gift, right?! What a bunch of heroes! But the reality–and truly the cruelty–of this whole production is that it is designed to be a spectacle.
But you are in luck! This show can save you! Only one tiny catch, though. Very minor. In order for the show to provide this life-saving (they INSIST it is life-saving) service, you must reveal your most vulnerable moments–your greatest emotional and physical struggles–to a national audience.
Every fear and insecurity must be recorded. Every swollen limb gets a close-up. Have to step sideways through a doorway? Get that on camera. And boy are they ever going to need to film you eating.
The producers of this show will take great care to show the parts of you that the audience will find most horrifying. They want you to seem grotesque. Monstrous. It is very important that your very existence seems as shocking and tragic as possible and that your body seems hideously inhuman.
But you must subject yourself to this–to being made a gruesome spectacle and cautionary tale–to live. These compassionate heroes will save your life for the low, low price of your actual human dignity. I don’t think I need to say how all-kinds-of-fucked-up that is.
And people choose this. Everyone on this show at some point weighed the pressure of systemic fatphobia against the promise of their absolute humiliation and chose this. And it is partly the fat community’s fault.
I firmly believe that if we did a better job of reaching out to our fattest peers and offering our support–including to those that are housebound or bedbound–that maybe some would decide not to turn to a reality show that wants to profit from their suffering.
And that’s really what My 600-lb Life is about. It intentionally cashes in on our cultural fear and revulsion of fatness, and it does so by manipulating vulnerable very fat people into baring their most personal struggles for an audience that pities them.
I’m begging you not to watch this show.
Link to essay post: http://thefatlip.com/2020/03/21/our-600-pound-lives/
Here are the highlights. (It's a long read. I'm only posting small parts from it):
There are some topics that I’ve avoided really talking about no matter how many times I’m asked or how qualified I am. One of those is My 600-lb Life. I’m not going to tell you what that is or where to find it. I like to consider it the Voldemort of TV shows. Never speak its name. Except, you know, right now in this essay.
If you don’t know about My 600-lb Life, please enjoy blissful ignorance and never ever google it. Trust me on this. Most of us do know about it. Most fat people have been asked by an acquaintance or family member or stranger on the internet if they know about it. I wish I didn’t.
I hate this fucking show. It is entrenched in and actually makes a product of weight stigma. It creates entertainment around it. This show profits off of its audience’s fear of fatness and disability. And that’s not even touching what it does to the actual fat people it profiles.
My assumption has always been that the people who appear on the show have applied to participate because they have become overwhelmed by their circumstances and are looking for help. It has never and will never be for me to decide what people do with their own lives and bodies. If people are seeking this out, this is not for me to criticize.
But something happened a couple weeks ago. I got an email from a casting office.
Date: Thursday, March 5, 2020
To: ash@thefatlip.com
Subject: My 600-lb Life Opportunity
Hi Ash!
My name is Gabe, I’m a casting assistant working with TLC on their compelling docu-series My 600-lb Life. Each episode follows the lives of real people as they embark on a road to better health and make the courageous decision to change their world forever.
We are looking for individuals over 18 years old, between 500-800 pounds, who live in the continental US and are ready to commit to a year-long program to improve their health. If approved by the show’s physician, selected individuals will also receive Gastric Bypass Surgery.
I know it would be a big change for you. If you are interested in learning more, I would be excited to hop on the phone to discuss this opportunity in more detail!
I’m looking forward to hearing back soon!
All the best,
Gabe
Ain’t that some shit? Clearly Gabe here didn’t do even the most basic research. I have been vocally fat positive on the internet for over 15 years and have made with my own two fat hands a fat liberation podcast that has been running two episodes a month for nearly 4 years. I regularly post photos of my 600 pound body in varying degrees of undress on the internet. I am not the one, Gabe.
I responded to this email as politely and diplomatically as I could possibly manage: “Not no but fuck no.”
I posted about the email and my response on Instagram and over the next few days I heard from at least 8 other fat people who had received nearly identical messages. Not all from Gabe, though. An Instagram friend with inside knowledge said that casting for these shows is done by independent contractors that are paid by referral.
Apparently at least one of these casting assistants (and I suspect all of them based on the people who seem to have been targeted) went right through the infinifat hashtags and hit up anyone who appeared to be in the right weight range.
Y’all, it is HARD to feel safe allowing yourself to be seen in this world when you live in a very marginalized body. Those hashtags and our once-a-month day of visibility are the one place we fucking have, even in the fat community. Many of us still have a tenuous grasp of body acceptance and of the way our bodies look and move. Many of us would not be able to post those photos without seeing their peers doing the same.
On My 600-lb Life nearly every fat person profiled is told that they absolutely must have weight loss surgery. They are told that they are dying and that this is the only way to save their life.
As I said, I contend that there is no way that they or anyone can make this assertion in good faith. But just for argument’s sake, let’s suspend disbelief for a minute. Let’s say that the doctors and show producers feel fervently that they are offering these people an actual lifeline.
How benevolent of them to give this gift, right?! What a bunch of heroes! But the reality–and truly the cruelty–of this whole production is that it is designed to be a spectacle.
But you are in luck! This show can save you! Only one tiny catch, though. Very minor. In order for the show to provide this life-saving (they INSIST it is life-saving) service, you must reveal your most vulnerable moments–your greatest emotional and physical struggles–to a national audience.
Every fear and insecurity must be recorded. Every swollen limb gets a close-up. Have to step sideways through a doorway? Get that on camera. And boy are they ever going to need to film you eating.
The producers of this show will take great care to show the parts of you that the audience will find most horrifying. They want you to seem grotesque. Monstrous. It is very important that your very existence seems as shocking and tragic as possible and that your body seems hideously inhuman.
But you must subject yourself to this–to being made a gruesome spectacle and cautionary tale–to live. These compassionate heroes will save your life for the low, low price of your actual human dignity. I don’t think I need to say how all-kinds-of-fucked-up that is.
And people choose this. Everyone on this show at some point weighed the pressure of systemic fatphobia against the promise of their absolute humiliation and chose this. And it is partly the fat community’s fault.
I firmly believe that if we did a better job of reaching out to our fattest peers and offering our support–including to those that are housebound or bedbound–that maybe some would decide not to turn to a reality show that wants to profit from their suffering.
And that’s really what My 600-lb Life is about. It intentionally cashes in on our cultural fear and revulsion of fatness, and it does so by manipulating vulnerable very fat people into baring their most personal struggles for an audience that pities them.
I’m begging you not to watch this show.
Link to essay post: http://thefatlip.com/2020/03/21/our-600-pound-lives/
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"Where are the fat girls in Startrek?" Given the radical ability to reconstruct your body in the Federation - the only people who would be anything other than ‘fit’ would be people who chose to look that way.
Starfleet is a military organization with standards for physical health and fitness. If you’re not constantly sat at a desk doing administrative work, then you won’t be given the chance to put on weight. There was a reason why there constantly seemed to be calisthenics classes on the Enterprise-D, why there was a fully-equipped gymnasium on the original Enterprise, why officers were running through the decks of the Discovery, etc. On ships like the Ent-D, which had a significant civilian population, seeing an overweight person became more of a possibility (I seem to remember Mr. Mot, the Enterprise-D’s ship barber, being a relatively overweight Bolian man and Guinan (Whoppie Goldberg) was never a *thin* woman, though she wasn’t overweight)
But also remember that the Federation is supposed to be a utopia, where people have learned that maintaining a healthy body is good for you physiologically and psychologically, and where junk food isn’t eaten frequently because of better quality, healthy food is constantly available, entirely free of charge.
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This essay makes me want to watch every episode twice.
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Ugh. That's because it is. Once you get to 600lbs, you are not only at extreme risk of a heart attack or stroke, but you are also heading to a state, if you aren't already there, where it becomes impossible to lose weight conventionally before you die, for instance, if you are immobile or totally reliant on others to do anything. A lot of the people on that programme (which I have watched) can't get in a standard or even a large shower and are reliant on being sponge-bathed. A lot of them also have severe lymphedema which makes it very hard for them to walk or exercise and are only just short of total immobility. Being immobile and bedbound goes hand in hand with depression and these people are already those with addictive personalities and who can't stop eating and who have enablers. Thus, they gain even more weight and get even more depressed. By the end, it's a race to see whether their heart or circulatory system gives out before an infected bedsore sends them into sepsis.
I'm sorry, but the person who wrote that is no different to actively handing out skinpops to heroin addicts.
EDIT:
It is strangely compelling and for every trainwreck like the brothers Assanti, or Nicole, or Angela, or Sean Milliken (the heaviest person on the show, who hit 1,000 lbs at one point, was bedbound, and had a feeder for a mother who lived with him and basically worked against his efforts to lose the weight because she didn't want him to be independent, and who died at age 29 in one of the saddest things I've ever seen anywhere), or Maja ("Chrisshun's RUINED EVERYTHING!!!! MOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!"), there are others who do actually work the programme - Vianey and Allen come to mind - and lose the weight and are visibly healthier and happier. That's probably a bit of a unicorn is that story, though; they start out as a married couple of mega fatties and manage to go from enabling to encouraging each other.
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Gabe has landed a totally sweet gig. How many jobs allow you to trigger the fuck out of the worst, most destructive, crab-in-a-bucket fatties like this?Ash from the Fat lip Podcast, got an email from the casting office of my 600 pound life. She writes about it on her website.
Here are the highlights. (It's a long read. I'm only posting small parts from it):
There are some topics that I’ve avoided really talking about no matter how many times I’m asked or how qualified I am. One of those is My 600-lb Life. I’m not going to tell you what that is or where to find it. I like to consider it the Voldemort of TV shows. Never speak its name. Except, you know, right now in this essay.
If you don’t know about My 600-lb Life, please enjoy blissful ignorance and never ever google it. Trust me on this. Most of us do know about it. Most fat people have been asked by an acquaintance or family member or stranger on the internet if they know about it. I wish I didn’t.
I hate this fucking show. It is entrenched in and actually makes a product of weight stigma. It creates entertainment around it. This show profits off of its audience’s fear of fatness and disability. And that’s not even touching what it does to the actual fat people it profiles.
My assumption has always been that the people who appear on the show have applied to participate because they have become overwhelmed by their circumstances and are looking for help. It has never and will never be for me to decide what people do with their own lives and bodies. If people are seeking this out, this is not for me to criticize.
But something happened a couple weeks ago. I got an email from a casting office.
Date: Thursday, March 5, 2020
To: ash@thefatlip.com
Subject: My 600-lb Life Opportunity
Hi Ash!
My name is Gabe, I’m a casting assistant working with TLC on their compelling docu-series My 600-lb Life. Each episode follows the lives of real people as they embark on a road to better health and make the courageous decision to change their world forever.
We are looking for individuals over 18 years old, between 500-800 pounds, who live in the continental US and are ready to commit to a year-long program to improve their health. If approved by the show’s physician, selected individuals will also receive Gastric Bypass Surgery.
I know it would be a big change for you. If you are interested in learning more, I would be excited to hop on the phone to discuss this opportunity in more detail!
I’m looking forward to hearing back soon!
All the best,
Gabe
Ain’t that some shit? Clearly Gabe here didn’t do even the most basic research. I have been vocally fat positive on the internet for over 15 years and have made with my own two fat hands a fat liberation podcast that has been running two episodes a month for nearly 4 years. I regularly post photos of my 600 pound body in varying degrees of undress on the internet. I am not the one, Gabe.
I responded to this email as politely and diplomatically as I could possibly manage: “Not no but fuck no.”
I posted about the email and my response on Instagram and over the next few days I heard from at least 8 other fat people who had received nearly identical messages. Not all from Gabe, though. An Instagram friend with inside knowledge said that casting for these shows is done by independent contractors that are paid by referral.
Apparently at least one of these casting assistants (and I suspect all of them based on the people who seem to have been targeted) went right through the infinifat hashtags and hit up anyone who appeared to be in the right weight range.
Y’all, it is HARD to feel safe allowing yourself to be seen in this world when you live in a very marginalized body. Those hashtags and our once-a-month day of visibility are the one place we fucking have, even in the fat community. Many of us still have a tenuous grasp of body acceptance and of the way our bodies look and move. Many of us would not be able to post those photos without seeing their peers doing the same.
On My 600-lb Life nearly every fat person profiled is told that they absolutely must have weight loss surgery. They are told that they are dying and that this is the only way to save their life.
As I said, I contend that there is no way that they or anyone can make this assertion in good faith. But just for argument’s sake, let’s suspend disbelief for a minute. Let’s say that the doctors and show producers feel fervently that they are offering these people an actual lifeline.
How benevolent of them to give this gift, right?! What a bunch of heroes! But the reality–and truly the cruelty–of this whole production is that it is designed to be a spectacle.
But you are in luck! This show can save you! Only one tiny catch, though. Very minor. In order for the show to provide this life-saving (they INSIST it is life-saving) service, you must reveal your most vulnerable moments–your greatest emotional and physical struggles–to a national audience.
Every fear and insecurity must be recorded. Every swollen limb gets a close-up. Have to step sideways through a doorway? Get that on camera. And boy are they ever going to need to film you eating.
The producers of this show will take great care to show the parts of you that the audience will find most horrifying. They want you to seem grotesque. Monstrous. It is very important that your very existence seems as shocking and tragic as possible and that your body seems hideously inhuman.
But you must subject yourself to this–to being made a gruesome spectacle and cautionary tale–to live. These compassionate heroes will save your life for the low, low price of your actual human dignity. I don’t think I need to say how all-kinds-of-fucked-up that is.
And people choose this. Everyone on this show at some point weighed the pressure of systemic fatphobia against the promise of their absolute humiliation and chose this. And it is partly the fat community’s fault.
I firmly believe that if we did a better job of reaching out to our fattest peers and offering our support–including to those that are housebound or bedbound–that maybe some would decide not to turn to a reality show that wants to profit from their suffering.
And that’s really what My 600-lb Life is about. It intentionally cashes in on our cultural fear and revulsion of fatness, and it does so by manipulating vulnerable very fat people into baring their most personal struggles for an audience that pities them.
I’m begging you not to watch this show.
Link to essay post: http://thefatlip.com/2020/03/21/our-600-pound-lives/
My plans for today got derailed. A My 600-Pound Life marathon seems like just the thing now.