Let's pretend she actually managed to hustle a gastric bypass. PRETEND, I said. In the same way that Monopoloy dough is legitimate currency. Bitch would probably stay with her mother, who would be in charge of strictly monitoring Chantal's diet, and film cunty vlogs about her pre-surgery "journey" (I loathe that word now). As she goes through withdrawal from sugar and excessive trans fat, she would make her patented snarly faces as she chokes down green beans and plain chicken breast without a pint of ranch to dunk it all in. Mom in the background, sing-songing encouraging words as Chantal rolls her eyes and tries to bargain with mom, who finally shuts her up with a Fudgesicle from the nearby gas station and says "That's it!" Chantal will make numerous attempts to raid the kitchen during her stay, but mom and stepdad will be on nonstop patrol, and besides, won't have the kitchen stocked with anything more decadent than Quaker oatmeal.
Post-surgery, Chantal will pretend as though she's on another "journey," but once the nausea and soreness start to fade away and she can't stand the sight of one more bowl of broth, she will take the "only strained and pureed foods" guidelines to heart. There will be mukbangs where we see her with pizza boxes and colossal sacks of Burger King, and in her sweet-pea voice she will assure us that she's allowed to eat all of it so long as it's pureed. She'll film herself throwing slices of Little Caesars and emptying a giant bottle of Pepsi into a blender, pouring it into her Coldie water bottle, and wincing after each gulp with "It's not bad."
Once she is allowed solid foods, that will be it. Absolutely it. Right back to her douchebag ways with "I'm fucking starving, guys, so I don't want to hear it!" as she unpacks some Wendy's, muttering about how they have the worst pickles but she was dying for a Baconator and their chili cheese fries. Her body will reject this onslaught of trash, but Chantal will stuff and vomit with gritty determination, until her sleeve finally explodes, sending digestive juices and acids coursing through her bloodstream and an avalanche of waste matter from her ass and she will croak as we always knew she would, clutching a Popeye's chicken tendie and whispering "These...will always...be worth...being fat for..."
I don't like when Chantal uses the word journey either.
To me a journey is something that moves you forward, not backward or around in circles.
I can't pretend Chantal might get WLS. It is just the most inconceivable action, next only to Chantal getting a real job.
Chantal doesn't have the will or the determination to stay on a diet for more than a week, much less how long it would take to lose the large amount of weight she would have to in order to get approved.
Honestly, WLS could potentially end up killing her faster than her grotesque morbid obesity.
She has proven she doesn't take care of her hygiene, and I can't see that changing immediatelly after that surgery.
She will still try to eat like a hog, which will make her incredibly sick, but no surgery is going to keep her from eating what she wants. She will bite off her nose to spite her face every time.
To her the only thing in her life that makes her happy is food and the attention she gets from YouTube "fans."
Not to mention the money.
She is not about to give up all of that. People are finally giving her the attention she feels has been stolen from her by everyone else her entire life.
She is the center of attention. Good or bad, any attention is something Chantal will fight to keep.
She probably thinks she is too young to get consequences from diabetes....we will just let her learn that hard lesson on her own.
Her past is blocking her from having any kind of a future. But she is such a vile cunt, I just can't bring myself to care what she may have gone through as a kid.
We know she has abused her little sister, taking out her jealousy and anger out on Natalie. Can't overlook that either.
I hope I'm not mixing that up with another failure of a journey. 
