Chantal Sarault / Chantal Al-Refae / Foodie Beauty - Delusional drug fiend hamplanet mukbanger from Canada trying to be a glamorous online influencer. Pathological liar, huge bitch, narcissist, animal abuser

I love that she's still pretending to go to the DR. Some part of her knows damn well that she's not going on the trip - never was. I wonder how much money she'll dole out before she can admit that to herself or anyone else. It doesn't matter if she's 400 pounds or not - she's too socially stunted and fucking awkward to go. She forced herself to interact with people exactly once in the last few years, despite attempting numerous times, and ended up spending her "best friend"'s bachelorette party talking to the limo driver. She's not getting on that plane, even if she could fit. The fact that she paid for the trip when she only knows one person going is insane. It will be the bachelorette party all over again - Jabba, her "friend", and all of her friend's other pretty, skinny friends who actually know each other and aren't insane.

In the livestream, she also mentioned that she bought a $300 desk for James before they moved in, forgot about it, didn't end up picking it up from the store, and now has a $300 credit towards furniture. She plans to use this for a kitchen table. I guess she rethought the kitchen nook and realized she wouldn't fit in one. Her finances are a mystery to me. She needed to beg James for vet money for BBJ when she was back with Malan, but now loses track of $300 and doesn't even realize it.

Oh, and she mentioned an appointment with her accountant in a stream either yesterday or the day before. I'm not sure what that means. Maybe she deferred on making her tax payment.
 
A normal weight woman could remedy the short legs issue by wearing platform shoes/boots, but Chantal would crush the platforms into an accordion the first time she stood up.
Platform shoes would be dangerous for Chantal to wear, just as heels would be. She'd be at a very high risk of falling, and while someone who was thin, or merely overweight, could break their own fall and avoid serious injury, there's no way Chantal could. She could roll an ankle and end up breaking it.

A fatty personal lolcow of mine did just that while wearing gothic Lolita platforms, and while she was significantly smaller than Chantal, being nearly 300 lbs made both the injury and the recovery much harder than it should have been, had she been closer to a proper weight. For somebody as huge, and bordering on immobility, as Chantal? It would be a disaster; she'd probably never get up again.
 
I don't even understand how her carpets got that nasty already. I could kind of get it if she had a dog, or if it was winter and she and James were too stupid to take their boots off before coming inside. But Chinny barely even fucking walks, and I think James holes himself away in his bedroom 95% of the time. Is it just from trash? Like garbage juice? I'm so baffled by this.

Didn't BiBiJunes have tsunami style diarrhea few weeks back? Maybe he crapped on her carpet too and that's all she managed to clean up. It does look like a poorly washed shit stain.


She said in a live she's talking to the travel agent to arrange a first class seat because 'she doesn't want to sit next to anyone'. (andthey'rebiggershhIsaidshh!). I'm sure that will endear her to the ladies she's travelling with that she leaves in coach.

How do you even talk to an agent about arranging a first class seat? You ask them to check price and availability and that's it. And how on earth would she afford one, first class seats cost thousands and sometimes tens of thousands of dollars depending on the airline and mileage. It's all Chinny fantasizing and showing YouTube plebs her upper class luxurious lifestyle, from her rented villa to first class travel. While she's booking that flight she should also enquire about extra large wheelchair for transportation between the check in counter and the airplane. I don't think she realizes how much walking boarding a plane involves (unless you're flying from some tiny small town airport).

She would end up like Vilma Soltesz (if you don't know her story google it and read it, it's pretty fucked up and pictures are horrifying).
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She said in a live she's talking to the travel agent to arrange a first class seat because 'she doesn't want to sit next to anyone'. (andthey'rebiggershhIsaidshh!). I'm sure that will endear her to the ladies she's travelling with that she leaves in coach.
You still have to sit next to somebody in First; it's just one person, not two. And while the seats are wider, they're still going to be a tight fit for her, and the armrest between the seats is a wide, fixed console that can't be raised to create more space. She'd have more room (and spend less money) buying two Coach seats. Also, there's no way she'll be able to get the tray to fold down (or up out of the armrest) so she can enjoy her in-flight meal, given her bulk. And an aircraft lavatory? How is she even going to fit inside one? They're extremely cramped, even for normal-sized adult humans; she'll never be able to get into one.

I know this trip isn't going to happen; if she's not dead or immobile, she'll simply be even fatter, and will chicken out because the reality of trying to get on a plane will be too humiliating even for her.
 
You still have to sit next to somebody in First; it's just one person, not two. And while the seats are wider, they're still going to be a tight fit for her, and the armrest between the seats is a wide, fixed console that can't be raised to create more space. She'd have more room (and spend less money) buying two Coach seats. Also, there's no way she'll be able to get the tray to fold down (or up out of the armrest) so she can enjoy her in-flight meal, given her bulk. And an aircraft lavatory? How is she even going to fit inside one? They're extremely cramped, even for normal-sized adult humans; she'll never be able to get into one.

I know this trip isn't going to happen; if she's not dead or immobile, she'll simply be even fatter, and will chicken out because the reality of trying to get on a plane will be too humiliating even for her.

Hasn't she crapped her pants few times when stuck in traffic in her car? She'd probably do the same on the plane if she couldn't fit in the lavatory (and there's no way she could).
 
She's dreaming in color. Most flights to 'sun & fun' destinations are done by subsidiaries of our few major airlines. Pack 'em in, fly them fast, turn around & repeat for max profit. They buy planes configured with maximum number of seats so Chantal would find she's flying on a "seven squishy seven" down to the DR. Getting into the plane, (fairly narrow door), then that hard right into the aisle to her seat would involve a lot of squirming, huffing & puffing. Getting INTO her seat? Forget it & even if she greased her way in, spare some pitying thoughts to the passengers in front, behind & beside her. If CoVD isn't a reason to wear a mask, Chantal's delicate bouquet would be.

Sure she could pony up for a 1st class seat on a major airline but that would eat into her grub money in a major way.

Don't know nuttin' about the DR. Do they have cabs big enough to easily fit her? What is your average hotel room like?

She has 7 months before her February trip & easily 200 lbs. to lose before a flight would be close to comfy. Not. Ever. Going. To. Happen. What would she do down there other than brood & seethe in her room, trying every takeout in town. I wonder if they even do food delivery? Not a clue. She'd spend time shit talking her friends while envying them their ability to move about freely, shopping, drinking, swimming & all that fun, beach stuff while she stared at the impenetrable barrier of uneven sidewalks & sand.

Would she dare go to the beach? She's pushing 40 & at her best, looks ridden hard & put away wet & lately, she's not at her best most of the time. She might & would probably faceplant with heat exhaustion.

But no, she's not going anywhere & has the easy out of claiming CoVD sent whatever airline she allegedly booked on into bankruptcy.

It will still be amusing to watch her frantically find excuses to nope out of the fictional trip.
 
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She's dreaming in color. Most flights to 'sun & fun' destinations are done by subsidiaries of our few major airlines. Pack 'em in, fly them fast, turn around & repeat for max profit. They buy planes configured with maximum number of seats so Chantal would find she's flying on a "seven squishy seven" down to the DR. Getting into the plane, (fairly narrow door), then that hard right into the aisle to her seat would involve a lot of squirming, huffing & puffing. Getting INTO her seat? Forget it & even if she greased her way in, spare some pitying thoughts to the passengers in front, behind & beside her. If CoVD isn't a reason to wear a mask, Chantal's delicate bouquet would be.

Sure she could pony up for a 1st class seat on a major airline but that would eat into her grub money in a major way.

Don't know nuttin' about the DR. Do they have cabs big enough to easily fit her? What is your average hotel room like?

She has 7 months before her February trip & easily 200 lbs. to lose before a flight would be close to comfy. Not. Ever. Going. To. Happen. What would she do down there other than brood & seethe in her room, trying every takeout in town. I wonder if they even do food delivery? Not a clue. She'd spend time shit talking her friends while envying them their ability to move about freely, shopping, drinking, swimming & all that fun, beach stuff while she stared at the impenetrable barrier of uneven sidewalks & sand.

Would she dare go to the beach? She's pushing 40 & at her best, looks ridden hard & put away wet & lately, she's not at her best most of the time. She might & would probably faceplant with heat exhaustion.

But no, she's not going anywhere & has the easy out of claiming CoVD sent whatever airline she allegedly booked on into bankruptcy.

It will still be amising to watch her frantically find excuses to nope out of the fictional trip.
Agreed, She probably won't enjoy authentic DR food and look for KFC or pizza hut there. For someone who 'loves to travel' and drove all the way to New York, all she had in NY was Sonic and Chick-fil-A. No statue of liberty, times Square, MOMA, Coney Island or any of the iconic sights. The only reason she travels is to eat dime a dozen fast food that is standardized across the globe. As a foodie, she doesnt like prosciutto and other real food. The upcoming jollibee trip will be the same. If her life was fast forwarded it would be a montage of kitchens, toilets, cars and drive thrus. Getting cultural immersion by sitting in a Sonic drive through vs an Arbys in Canada. A truly eye opening experience.
 
She said in a live she's talking to the travel agent to arrange a first class seat because 'she doesn't want to sit next to anyone'. (andthey'rebiggershhIsaidshh!). I'm sure that will endear her to the ladies she's travelling with that she leaves in coach.

You still have to sit next to somebody in First; it's just one person, not two.

Until I see an e-ticket at her name - and you can bet your life she would have flashed such thing on her IG had she planned a real fancy beach vacation with extra boytoy - I'm not believing a single word she's saying regarding Dominican Republic. Just like Everest and Jamaica, it's nothing but a dream in her pea sized brain. I'm pretty sure she saw one of her FB friends planning such trip and she made up a story that she was invited as well. She still has a few months to come up with some random shitty reasons as to why she won't go.

CHANTAL LIES.
 
There is absolutely no way I think Chinny has an “addiction “. She is just an out of control glutton. Period.

I disagree to a point. Chantal has lived so long eating at this extreme level that absolutely she has some addiction-level ties to food. How could she not? It's been her way of life for years and years, really ever since she was a kid. You don't eat like this for as long as she has without it not fucking you up mentally and becoming an emotional crutch of sorts.

That's not to excuse her eating, as her refusal to seek any type of help or change is on her, but to at least give another layer of context to her fucked up reality.

And how on earth would she afford one, first class seats cost thousands and sometimes tens of thousands of dollars depending on the airline and mileage.

Eh. It depends on the airline and the actual flight. If it's a typical domestic level flight, the first class might not be all that crazy expensive. If it's a bigger fight, though, then yes, it can get expensive.
 
Everything about Chantal screams “stay the fuck away”. She enjoys talking with her loyal subscribers. She likes not being able to see them. She doesn’t have to worry about picking up social queues, awkward silences, people coughing from the stench that emanates from every yeasty fold or the looks and glances they give to each other when Chantal picks her nose, farts or screeches out a tee hee.
She can pick and choose what she wants to talk about unlike having a conversation one on one or with a small group of people or friends.
She has mods that strain out the haydeers and she can turn on and off a live anytime she feels like it.
Perfect, the only thing that is and ever will be truly small for sad and angry Chantal is her life.
 
Part of me hopes the trip is real and that she does go just so we get vlogs of her super uncomfortable and out of breath trying to keep up with the other ladies on the beach, trying to huff and puff up the stairs to the hotel and crying in her room with take out when she realises she’s too fat to have fun like the others. It’d be like the New Year’s Eve stream but a week long.
 
Part of me hopes the trip is real and that she does go just so we get vlogs of her super uncomfortable and out of breath trying to keep up with the other ladies on the beach, trying to huff and puff up the stairs to the hotel and crying in her room with take out when she realises she’s too fat to have fun like the others. It’d be like the New Year’s Eve stream but a week long.
That's if she doesn't develop a blood clot during the flight. That's always a distinct possibility with her size and history.
 
Chantal is such white trash, she flexes about having a travel agent and still gets it wrong.

Chantal can’t fit into those security screening booths so the security screeners will fight over who gets to give her the pat down because they’ll all want to bang her. Just kidding, she’ll pass out in the check-in line and her friends will just step over her. Because this trip is totally real.
 
Slightly OT, but I recently remembered Chantal's WLS saga. It was so funny, she got it into her head she was gonna apply for it and then doubled down on the mukbangs and food shoveling like a freaking Komodo dragon. In preparation for her big weight loss surgery, yaknowwhaddaImean?

WLS for Chantal would be a major case of be careful what you wish for. She'd be all giddy once approved - although it would probably be dead before ignition because she wouldn't be able to lose an ounce - but, assuming she'd get approved, waking up on the other side of that surgery would be like living her worst nightmare.

She wouldn't be able to eat more than a few bites and studies show that many patients experience an increase in taste sensitivity. The shit she usually eats would taste just like shit.

She'd cry and throw tantrums in her "I do my food bucket list" voice and eventually she'd force herself to eat more and more and more until her stomach would enlarge again and she'd gain everything back.

She was born for failure.

*edited because grammar
 
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