"So what? Bullying and fat shaming is a healthy alternative?" In her eyes there's only those two extremes, either be quiet and let me kill myself in peace or you're automatically fat shaming me. Nevermind the people who are actually trying to help you, Chinny.
I sometimes wonder how in the world she is okay with showing that junkyard of a luxury apartment, the heap of ghastly-smelling year-old unwashed clothing, the surfaces completely covered in a mix of old food, dishes, cosmetics, and whatever else she has allowed to accumulate.
Honestly, the dire state of that apartment is really no different from anything else she's shown us of herself.
She's perfectly willing to show her greasy-haired, unshowered self on camera, still in the same clothes from a day or two before. With every mukbang, she displays her total lack of manners as she shoves oversized gobs of food in her mouth, and licks her unwashed fingers, while allowing her cats to walk across the counter as she eats.
She's perfectly willing to show her bizarre obsession with shit, and how debased her now-dead sex life was, via the stories she tells. This is a woman who got audio of herself shitting in a Walmart restroom stall, then not washing her hands before leaving. She has pissed on a public walking trail, and included it in one of her videos. She has farted--and obviously sharted--on camera, and left them in her videos. She is so fat, she cannot wipe herself without some sort of assistive device, which means she goes around out in public damp with urine, and with an unwiped ass.
In the apartment she shared with Malan, she accumulated a huge stack of empty pizza boxes in her bedroom closet because she didn't want him to know she was ordering them, and because she was too lazy to haul the boxes out to the trash. Is that any different from what she's doing here? And she once did a kitchen clean-out video, in which she showed cabinets full of roaches and their shit--who the fuck even does that?
Look at every repulsive thing she's already shown us. Why wouldn't she show us the true state of her apartment? She's been showing us all along what a filthy, disgusting, antisocial beast she is, and what a degenerate existence she leads, and how thoroughly inured she is to it.
If I experienced any shock when I saw how bad it was, it's because I can't believe James could have allowed it to get to that state. Surely, he would do something about the boxes? But now I know he's almost as much of a filthy slob as she is. Any bit of pity I might have had for him evaporated at the sight of all those boxes; now I'm like, "Fuck you, man--you've chosen this, and you deserve it."
I am eagerly anticipating the expiration of her lease. Perhaps that will insert an interesting development into the coming year. I know that her family is starting to get a knot in their stomachs whenever it occurs to them what could be headed their way.
She'll just go month-to-month at that point, and as long as James doesn't bail on her and what little mobility she has holds up, she'll stay. If he leaves, I don't know what she'll do, as she can't tolerate living alone, and he's the only human left willing to live with her. I don't think he'll leave until she does, however. And when she leaves, it'll either be because she's dead or ends up in a nursing home.
If she accepted the fact that the health consequences of her out-of-control eating are going to kill her, she'd have to change in order to survive. And that change would require giving up the one thing on this earth that she loves most, and that gives her any real pleasure at all.
She's said before that fast food is worth being fat and dying early for--and we're now getting the chance to see that yes, she really does believe that. So she just keeps getting through each day, trying not to think too hard about what's happening to her, and what it means.
The day may come when things get so bad, she might actually have an "Oh, shit," moment, realize what she's done to herself, and grasp the full reality of her impending death. But she's just as likely to keep on going, deep in denial, right up until she dies.
Never underestimate the ability of humans to remain in denial--just look at every fatty who is already on Metformin, or who suffers from skinfold rashes, or who can't reach to wipe themselves, yet still refuses to see that the state they are in is dire, and only going to get worse. Chantal's hardly unusual in her denial; the only thing unusual about her is that she's putting it all on YouTube so the world can watch her eat herself to death.
I do think she has a death wish. She isn't wanted and hasn't fit in on this planet since she was born; anything she's ever imagined for herself has been unattainable (too much work); the only aspect of her experience she has any genuine love for is stuffing herself with shitty food--really, there is no good reason why she should even be here, continuing to exist.
I've known people like this. The immediate prospect of death may be too scary to enable them to commit suicide, but life is just so painful, meaningless, and unrewarding they see no reason to stop doing things they know will eventually kill them.
Not only is she oblivious, but downright gleeful (cut to her showing her glucometer registering 15.1) and PROUD of the achievement (!) which would scare the beejeebers out of most people, even fatties.
The answer: she is bat-shit crazy for real and needs intervention, whether her family, James, her subs/"friends", or (god forbid) herself, to commit her to forced inpatient care.
Chantal loves saying and doing shit for shock value. But she's also immensely stupid; I don't believe for a moment that she fully comprehends just how shocking a BG reading of 15,1 really is, or what it has to say about what's happening to her body. To her, it's just a number that's higher than people in authority say it's supposed to be, but she's such a rebel, she's going to make a joke of it and keep on eating. #carpediem #YOLO.
The reality: none of that will happen because no one cares enough and this is what she has brought on herself by being the despicable human she is. Instead of caring, they are patiently hunkering down to wait it out.
Even if they really care, there is nothing her family can do in order to take charge of her, and her affairs. They can't force her to do anything.
The only way things will change is once she is no longer able to care for herself at all, and has to go into a care facility (because at her size, Chantal will require skilled nursing care). By then, she'll be dying, but she is exactly the sort of fatty who will still be getting UberEats deliveries while in a care facility (and yes, that happens) as long as she is still capable of doing so.
And by that, I mean when she finally croaks, no matter how horrific her final throes - and they WILL be horrific. Unless, of course, she conveniently just drops dead when that embolism she's nurturing so lovingly throws a clot to her brain.
At this point, I assume it will be lapsing into a diabetic coma that kills her. She'll feel shitty; she'll lie down for a nap, and by the time James thinks to check on her, she'll be dead, or close enough.
It is possible someone has already spoken to her. If a truck really is coming to get the boxes (remember: pics or gtfo), then it was almost surely not at her instigation. There was something that she said during her livestream, along the lines of "these boxes must be gone on the 4th", that made it sound as if she was parroting an order from someone else, not demonstrating her own resolve. It is very possible a neighbor, or several neighbors, have complained about noise, filth, odor, or weirdness coming from her apartment. Surely, they have at least noticed her.
There may have been emerging roach problems in other apartments that got traced back to theirs. Fun Fact: Roaches love cardboard, and a pile of cardboard that hasn't been shifted in months is prime habitat for them--not helped, of course, by the general lack of cleanliness in that household.
I doubt their smells or noises would have been enough to attract neighbors' attention, and the inside of their apartment isn't easily visible from the street or other apartments. But multiple tenants in the same building reporting new roach infestations to the property manager? That would have got attention, warranted a quick inspection, and got them an order to clean up.
I feel sorry for the owner, who is going to have to rip up the carpets, replace the drywall, fumigate, and repaint everything when they leave. But the owner should have known better when they applied.
The owner is a property management company that has hundreds of crappy apartments just like this, and has seen tenants live in even worse states of squalor than this. They'll patch the walls, repaint, have professionals come in to do both general cleaning as well as the carpets, and then rent that place back out to new tenants who are hopefully better than Chantal and James. They're not worth wasting sympathy on; dirty tenants like this are just part of the game.
The only way they'll replace carpet is if, after moveout, there's still a pervasive odor of cat piss, and it can be traced to spots on the carpet the cats used as a litterbox.
Just to be clear ... the reason for the name change is that Foodie Beauty has been her name for so long that Chantal Marie feels weird?
Did you think about that sentiment before your trotters committed it to text, Chinny?
The cats very well could be shitting and pissing all over the place but given that Chantal and Peetz are likely used to the odor by now, they probably don't even notice anymore unless they see it directly. I hope her precious Shammy shits on her pillow to get the message across.
Clotso reminisces on the time when she was only a medium-sized eggplant goblin instead of a gargantuan one. She really enjoys this picture huh. I suppose this image is the only "normal" looking image of our protagonist. At first glance, teenaged Chantal just looks like a chunky teenager with geeky style, however, one look into her eyes makes it clear that there are multiple loose screws.
Clotso reminisces on the time when she was only a medium-sized eggplant goblin instead of a gargantuan one. She really enjoys this picture huh. I suppose this image is the only "normal" looking image of our protagonist. At first glance, teenaged Chantal just looks like a chunky teenager with geeky style. However, one look into her eyes makes it clear that there are multiple loose screws. View attachment 1824402
She's trying to make a point that because she's been fat for 20+ years she's going to have a real hard time losing weight. You know guys, it's part of her and that's all she knows. Losing any weight is a gargantuous task for her. She's preparing her terrain to just give up once again.
Clotso reminisces on the time when she was only a medium-sized eggplant goblin instead of a gargantuan one. She really enjoys this picture huh. I suppose this image is the only "normal" looking image of our protagonist. At first glance, teenaged Chantal just looks like a chunky teenager with geeky style, however, one look into her eyes makes it clear that there are multiple loose screws. View attachment 1824402
This kid honestly doesn't look fat to me; at most she looks a tiny bit chubby. I think sometimes we project our lolcows' current psychological or physical state onto past versions of them.
Once again, Chantal's phantom therapist is telling her everything she wants to hear......her own weigh in must have been bad. To me it seemed like her massive chinS had all morphed into a massive-er gullet on NYE.
She's trying to make a point that because she's been fat for 20+ years she's going to have a real hard time losing weight. You know guys, it's part of her and that's all she knows. Losing any weight is a gargantuous task for her. She's preparing her terrain to just give up once again.
Amazing how her "therapists" instructions are always so convenient. She really is a shameless bitch.
It'll destroy the liver eventually, and she's already hurting there with her nonalcoholic fatty liver disease. Once cirrhosis starts setting in, she's done for.
She's trying to make a point that because she's been fat for 20+ years she's going to have a real hard time losing weight. You know guys, it's part of her and that's all she knows. Losing any weight is a gargantuous task for her. She's preparing her terrain to just give up once again.
Amazing how her "therapists" instructions are always so convenient. She really is a shameless bitch.
Amazing how everything she claims this "therapist" says is something she has herself said or is something she doesn't/wants to do. Like weight ins: nope, therapist says no, Chantal doesn't like them. Not restricting eats: just like she doesn't want to never have pizza again.
She's forever stuck in the 90's. It's actually quite sad. If she wasn't such a disgusting ogre I might have had an ounce of sympathy for her. Also, this photo of her as a teenager has probably already been posted here in the past, but I can't stop staring at her arms. It's so weird seeing them that small in comparison to the monstrosity that it is today.
Clotso reminisces on the time when she was only a medium-sized eggplant goblin instead of a gargantuan one. She really enjoys this picture huh. I suppose this image is the only "normal" looking image of our protagonist. At first glance, teenaged Chantal just looks like a chunky teenager with geeky style, however, one look into her eyes makes it clear that there are multiple loose screws. View attachment 1824402
This kid honestly doesn't look fat to me; at most she looks a tiny bit chubby. I think sometimes we project our lolcows' current psychological or physical state onto past versions of them.
You've gotta remember though that Chantal is built more front-to-back than side-to-side. To this day, we're used to seeing pictures of her from the front and thinking she's fat only to be blown away when we see her side profile. Myself, that picture of her as a kid is the same thing -- it doesn't look too terrible until you really pay attention to the gut/gunt area and notice that it's actually protruding more than it ought. She already had quite the fat little belly as a kid. It was already bigger than her tits.
Clotso reminisces on the time when she was only a medium-sized eggplant goblin instead of a gargantuan one. She really enjoys this picture huh. I suppose this image is the only "normal" looking image of our protagonist. At first glance, teenaged Chantal just looks like a chunky teenager with geeky style, however, one look into her eyes makes it clear that there are multiple loose screws. View attachment 1824402
She reposts them every 2 months it seems. Next it will be the pic of her and baby Nat. Then the photo of her half clothed in the "sleeping beauty" pose. At least post different past photos, jeez. I swear, throwback pics must be part of her cycle.
E: The part where Chantal is quoted as saying "my therapist told me not to weigh" somehow didn't make it into the post.
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I disagree with you on this. I think the therapist (who doesn’t exist) is the best idea clotso ever had (in her own unhealthy mind). With her numerous, very serious, ailments her viewers will expect some sort of change from, which she obviously has no intentions of making, and being able to refer to her imaginary therapist whenever she’s in a bind, is exactly what I would expect from the idiot.
I disagree with you on this. I think the therapist (who doesn’t exist) is the best idea clotso ever had (in her own unhealthy mind). With her numerous, very serious, ailments her viewers will expect some sort of change from, which she obviously has no intentions of making, and being able to refer to her imaginary therapist whenever she’s in a bind, is exactly what I would expect from the idiot.
I was thinking the same thing. Her phantom therapist doesn't want her to do weigh-ins or food restrictions BUT changing her name back to Foodie Beauty AND keeping food a large part of her channel is advised?? Sounds like Clotso's disordered thinking wheezing amok again.