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

Absolutely stunning. Brings a tear to your eye.

There's a, now deleted, video from back when Chantal was doing her everyday health / fitness bullshit where she raged against people for not understanding her food addiction and how it wasn't at all like a drug addiction because you needed food to survive and any drugs, you don't need to survive. Well, it looks like karma has come calling and slapped Chantal in her B shaped Belly hard as fuck by giving her both. Just incredible.

I'm not as conspiracy minded as some folks on the forum, but I think it makes sense that people are speculating she's actually using meth. Remember, when she first hung out with Dom, she admitted to smoking meth out of an unknown pipe they found on his floor and doing coke use. I'm unfamiliar with the symptoms of meth abuse, aside from people's teeth falling out and the disgusting sores they get from picking their skin, but I don't think it's a stretch to think she's using both or trying to use the admittance of a coke addiction to cover up her meth addiction....that she's using to keep up her sex addiction....that she's numbing the pain of with a food addiction.

I'd also like to share in the disbelief, as others have said, that this woman is not dead. How her heart has not exploded like some kind of Mortal Kombat fatality, is truly mind bending. The human body is a modern marvel and if we took some of Chantal's sweat, spit, and hair soot in a jar and let it ferment, we'd probably discover some kind of microbe that could eradicate any disease.

If you put some kind of JoJo's Bizarre Adventure ring around my heart and said it would kill me if Chantal got clean, I'd cackle and say put as many as you want in me, there is ZERO chance she ever gets clean on her own, short of being admitted into some kind of involuntary, years long psyche hold. This is the same woman who ate a block of cheese, to fake a psychological emergency, then evaded the program. This is the same woman who won't follow doctor's orders following blood clots, hysterectomies, and other assorted health scares. This is the same woman who will down 10000mg of THC and spend $50 on Mickey Ds. She is FUCKED six ways to Sunday.

Bless this arc, it has been an absolute roller coaster.
 
I’m enjoying the fantasy recreation of Bibi in this new arc as the shoulder of strength and support saying all those meaningful catch phrases of the “real friend “ . Wasn’t this the so called emotionally unavailable guy that she just had to leave ? I suspect she’s actually painting him now as she wishes he was rather than as the apathetic bystander to Cocaine Chinny’s shit show of a life that he’s always been
 
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Loving Peetz (Ever The Pussy) in this latest livestream.

Chantal admits to be a cokehead, keeping illegal drugs in HIS house without his knowledge this whole time, and telling everyone in the world about it before him. I would be pissed if I was in his shoes and probably show her the door at that point. But no, cuckboy Peetz gets on livestream and says hello to all of Chantal's adoring fans from her bedroom like nothing happened.

I think Chantal could literally murder his mother, and he would somehow justify it. And show up the next day in her livestream sitting on her bed.
 
I'd also like to share in the disbelief, as others have said, that this woman is not dead. How her heart has not exploded like some kind of Mortal Kombat fatality, is truly mind bending. The human body is a modern marvel and if we took some of Chantal's sweat, spit, and hair soot in a jar and let it ferment, we'd probably discover some kind of microbe that could eradicate any disease.
Being observed by so many people makes lolcows into protagonists, granting them plot armor, so they only die occasionally to spice up the narrative. We make them far more durable than they'd be in solitude. It's like the observer effect, lolcow watching is actually quantum mechanics.
 
As someone who was totally team hard drugs, I really never thought she’d admit it.
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This shit is hilarious I know she ain't trying to be funny but, the way she says it makes me laugh. Chantal can be an attention whore but, like DSP and Tommy Tooter they will tell all to the audience because of their lack of interaction outside the net. I don't see her kicking this habit anytime soon so enjoy the rollout
 
Loving Peetz (Ever The Pussy) in this latest livestream.

Chantal admits to be a cokehead, keeping illegal drugs in HIS house without his knowledge this whole time, and telling everyone in the world about it before him. I would be pissed if I was in his shoes and probably show her the door at that point. But no, cuckboy Peetz gets on livestream and says hello to all of Chantal's adoring fans from her bedroom like nothing happened.

I think Chantal could literally murder his mother, and he would somehow justify it. And show up the next day in her livestream sitting on her bed.
Communication skills of a very slow cave baby.
 
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I can see that she's genuinely upset, but I doubt this will be a wake up call. Even during this confession she thinks she can get through it on her own. She's still in denial to a point. It's maddening to see some of the sanity poking through here and there. "My life is fucked. How am I still alive?" But we know she won't fix things. I hope I'm wrong, but I don't think this downward spiral is stopping until her body hits the bottom of an oversized casket.
 
Being observed by so many people makes lolcows into protagonists, granting them plot armor, so they only die occasionally to spice up the narrative. We make them far more durable than they'd be in solitude. It's like the observer effect, lolcow watching is actually quantum mechanics.
CWC is the ultimate lolcow, and seeing all the shit he's done to himself and survived throughout his time being watched under the internet's microscope, all it will take is his story to be adapted by Hollywood to turn himself into an eldritch god.
 
Maybe I just was being a fucking idiot, or maybe I was just desperately holding on to the minuscule amount of humanity I have left towards this thing parading as a woman, but I did not think we would end up here.

UNTIL, I looked at my profile picture and realized that, for me, at least, this image represented the exact moment that any semblance of empathy or consideration for Chantal Sarault went out of the window.

In that image alone we see a smug, arrogant cunt who stupidly believed that continuing to harm herself somehow made a difference in the life of her audience. We view a woman who thought she was "getting back" at the haters by gorging herself while their desperate pleas for her to seek help for her disordered eating fell on deaf ears. We observe a woman who spat in the faces of the people who actually cared about her and took their benevolence and wiped her ass with it.

At first I was shocked (yeah, she still manages to do that to me from time to time), but then I realized that this is exactly where Chantal deserves to be and where she belongs. Her current position in life is simply divine. What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is the embodiment of stubbornness, defiance, arrogance, and the repercussions of such choices.

What we are witnessing is the consequence for every morsel of food stuffed down her throat in a psychopathic rage at her audience. This the ramifications of pissing on every single opportunity to change her life around. This is the vengeance of how she treated her mother, her sister, her grandmother, Peetz, Bibi, and every other person she's used and abused in her life.

This is the result of every:

"I know what I'm doing!"
"I know my body!"
"Mind your business!"
"This is MY life!"
"I'm not gonna just senselessly eat and eat and eat!"
"Get a life!"
"When I lose weight, I'm going to rub it in your faces sooo bad!"
"Don't worry about my burger asshole!"
"Jobs? Ew!"
"Lost your money on my OnlyFans? Suck it up!"
"Don't let the door hit ya, where the good Lord split ya!"
"You don't know my REAL life!"
"You're not my doctor!"

This is also the result of her desperate for companionship psychopants who went along to get along. When their well wishes went unappreciated and their fellow commenters were blocked and silenced for expressing concern, the others learned compliance. They learned to conform to the dumpster fire of her life. They were essentially bullied into submission, IF, they cared about being around the beast that is.

I'm reminded of that one episode of the Twilight Zone featuring Bill Mumy called "It's a Good Life" where a young boy possessed super powers and would wish people away to a cornfield or turn them into grotesque monstrosities if they dared disagree with him. Everyone around him became timid, afraid to speak, and they would always utter "That's a real good thing you did!" no matter what unimaginable act he did, all to soothe the rage within the boy.

That's Chantal and her audience. Silenced and afraid, but for some odd reason they remain loyal. It could be loneliness, it could be curiosity. It's like some weird and contrived version of the Stockholm syndrome. People NEED Chantal as an example of what NOT to do in life, and they will protect that reminder at all costs because it helps prolong their survival, even if it's telling her she's right when they know she isn't.

What do they have to say now? What does she have to say for herself? Chantal has literally closed her eyes, stomped her feet, and NOPED her way into another (?) drug addiction, and her stupid followers have sat by and encouraged it.

Yet, like someone else said upthread, it's US who are considered the dark meanies of the commentary world?
 
Here's a longer clip of Chantal admitting being addicted to coke, without watermarks or Discord notifications. The confession is at 3:47, with the footage before being her trying to come out with it, and the time after reacting to the admission and talking about some of the details.

 
Yeah, it's a mottled yellow and sticks to the little baggie sometimes. It's a fucking wonder anyone bothers at all, really. Meth is probably the purer drug, honestly.
Sorry you get shit coke? Shitty PL that you buy that garbage I guess. I mean coke is bad, but why admit to buying apparently tainted drugs?
 
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