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

apologies I dont have facebook,

So Kim ( Mama Sarault is the only one of her siblings to have bio children? Aunt has step kids apparently circa 16, so much younger) I never hear Chantal mention cousins so..... did Kim by having Chantal at 16
- scare them all shitless because having a kid that young isnt fun, scare them because what Chantal turned out to be?
- dare i say, felt shame about teenage pregnancy of a pump and dump and foist of to grandma
- they all have fertility problems?

that would mean that Granny Sarault, Chantal was her only grandkid until Nat turned up. Most grand parents I know cant wait and really cherish the idea of grand children, this is like a monkey paw wish with Chantal turning up...

maybe that is why she is so coddled, Grandma thought the could coddle the bad out of her because she was one of their only hopes for grand kids for a long while.... but maybe they should have continued a bit further and killed her with kindness.

I like your theory, but Chantal was the product of a teen pregnancy. Grandma wasn’t done raising Mama, if she ever really did, considering again, the teen pregnancy.

I also don’t think the concept of “killing with kindness” works when raising a child. Chantal is probably the way she is because they ignored her, then only showed her “love” (attention) when she acted out. That’s my 2c armchair
 
Thank you, thank you, thank you. "Triggered" and "gaslighting" are two of the most misused and overused words making the rounds.

Along with "xxx-phobic."
Triggered literally means, “it triggers some past trauma or phobia in me.” Triggered is hearing a car door slam and suddenly you’re mentally back fighting in Afghanistan because you have combat PTSD.

“Triggered” is not a come to Jesus moment of reflection. Triggered is not a visceral reaction to something everyone finds unpleasant, like roadkill or something. Triggered is not “getting really really upset.” Triggered is not “I hate something about myself and this thing reminds me of that fact.”

“Triggered” is supposed to be a very narrow definition in a medical sense, but it’s lost all meaning now and instead means “this upsets me.”

And people use it this way to absolve themselves of responsibility. If you’re upset about something, people advise you to cope, walk it off, come back to it later…the onus is on you to learn how to deal with the things that upset you, like an adult.

When people say “triggered” now, it’s to indicate that they are upset and are absolved of doing anything about that. They can’t try to move past a TRIGGER!! They might….die or something! Their brains will explode! You can't expect them to push past or deal with something that triggers them! It’s a trigger, there’s no way to confront it, it must now be avoided forever, not my fault.
 
Triggered literally means, “it triggers some past trauma or phobia in me.” Triggered is hearing a car door slam and suddenly you’re mentally back fighting in Afghanistan because you have combat PTSD.

“Triggered” is not a come to Jesus moment of reflection. Triggered is not a visceral reaction to something everyone finds unpleasant, like roadkill or something. Triggered is not “getting really really upset.” Triggered is not “I hate something about myself and this thing reminds me of that fact.”

“Triggered” is supposed to be a very narrow definition in a medical sense, but it’s lost all meaning now and instead means “this upsets me.”

And people use it this way to absolve themselves of responsibility. If you’re upset about something, people advise you to cope, walk it off, come back to it later…the onus is on you to learn how to deal with the things that upset you, like an adult.

When people say “triggered” now, it’s to indicate that they are upset and are absolved of doing anything about that. They can’t try to move past a TRIGGER!! They might….die or something! Their brains will explode! You can't expect them to push past or deal with something that triggers them! It’s a trigger, there’s no way to confront it, it must now be avoided forever, not my fault.
Also, the main therapeutic treatment for triggers is to be safely exposed to them and learn to manage them. (Unless something's changed since the last time I checked.) A soldier who is triggered by brown dudes because he fought in the Gulf can't just let himself have war flashbacks every time he sees a brown dude on the bus. He just can't-- this isn't about comfort or feelings, if he behaves like that he's gonna put himself and others in danger, get his ass kicked, get an assault charge, all sorts of consequences. The therapy is coming up with safety plans for himself and slowly spending more time around brown people until he can go into his local corner store without having a whack attack.

Someone who was traumatically savaged by a dog as a child can reasonably not allow dogs in their home and can expect to be warned in advance if there's dogs at their workplace. But they can't make dog owners in public cease to exist. They have to learn to navigate a world that has dogs in it. It sucks for them but it's the way it is.

Even if Chantal WAS triggered by showers, she still has to shower for her own good. It's not a get out of responsibility free card and never was. It's showers or festering fupa infections. All the viewer shaming in the world won't change the fact that the only person she's hurting is herself.
 
I didn’t think the next season was Increasingly Numerous Festering Sores season, but I predict that’s what we are getting, gorls.

Bedsores even BEFORE being bedbound, now that’s what Chantal brings to the table.
She might as well be bedbound. She said in the last deleted live that she sleeps for about 12 hours a day and rarely leaves her room. In all of her lives she just goes back and forth between the computer chair and the bed.

It's a safe bet that the bedding hasn't been washed since Nader's visit, and not only does she go to bed having not showered in days (probably weeks at this point), but she frequently puts on makeup right before she goes to sleep, which is the most moronic practice ever. Shudder to think how long it's been since she cleaned that CPAP machine.

Oh, and by the looks of things whomever cleaned her room for her totally wasted their time. It's already on its way to being a sty again. I wonder what box mountain looks like now. 🤔
 
I still cannot get over that she is "triggered" by showering. I put my money down on "repeated skin fold infections leading to organ failure via septic shock" earlier this year and lately felt like drug abuse would render that prediction incorrect. But if she really is refusing to shower, if she is treating her folds the way she treats her face and spitting on a paper towel and running it along the gunt rolls and calling it a bath, I may be vindicated. Once a small-framed woman hits 250, her hygiene is paramount because one warm day can set in motion an intertrigo nightmare that can easily end with cellulitis and hospitalization.

I don't know why I am surprised. Chantal is so childish. So of course being rejected by a man so loathsome I felt the urge to spray him with Raid just to see what would happen means she can't shower again because he insisted she wipe down her crotch before disgracing the trap house mattress. I wonder about the mess she must have made on the sheets that caused that made him demand she do his laundry. Maybe she can use that experience as an excuse not to do laundry ever again as well. Too bad Nader didn't restrain her like a pate goose and funnel feed her before fucking her because maybe that would have triggered during future binges.
 
I didn’t think the next season was Increasingly Numerous Festering Sores season, but I predict that’s what we are getting, gorls.

Bedsores even BEFORE being bedbound, now that’s what Chantal brings to the table.
Only a matter of time until she needs one of those obese lifting cranes installed in her room to drag her 2-ton ass out of bed.
 
Only a matter of time until she needs one of those obese lifting cranes installed in her room to drag her 2-ton ass out of bed.
You know our poutine queen will have only the best crane insta in her new luxury mansion. Basic bitches has sex swings, this sex goddess will have a sex crane to lower her lovers down in her signature seductive starfish position.
 
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You've got Chantal choking and gasping and looking like she's about ready to hurple off this mortal coil after inhaling 'properly' once, and still people in chat were encouraging her to do it again and hold it in 'until you hear bells'.

What the fuck
 
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She is increasingly & frantically trying to self soothe with larger quantities of food & drugs & literally avoiding physical life by not only not doing the basics of hygiene & self care but by not leaving her room. She is more & more obsessed with damping down or preventing intrusive thoughts... again with drugs & as she admits - sleep. Sleep & more sleep.

Sleep, drugs, food, drugs, sleep... rinse & repeat.

She doesn't want to die, (I don't think) but she's afraid to live; afraid to put in even the smallest amount of work needed for the basis of a life.

The live streams - she's looking for external motivation, happiness & validation. One of her big problems, (again, my thoughts only), is that at some level, she's aware she's not going to get what she needs from others & she sure as hell is in no condition to call on internal resources - she's right out of those. Her frequent stern reminders about "no negativity"... she might as well be saying: "Reason & reality are not welcome".

It doesn't take a Big Brain to see her current path is anything but a wise choice. It will take increasing amounts of severely dysfunctional behavior to achieve fewer... "gains". I can't predict how this will end but end it will. She might muster up enough to energy to make one more bogus effort: shower, GRWM, maybe a grocery run & lots of talk about turning over a new leaf... TOMORROW. And of course, doing it her way because she is just SO good at knowing what's best for her. Limited fast food, "micro-dosing", baby steps; same old, same old.

Sadly, the only micro about any of her current behavior patterns is micro thought.

There's nothing her family can do - she's not actively suicidal or an overt threat to others & we're not a tyranny; she retains the right to refuse any/all treatment.

Watching her live is a window into her 'mind'. She's not really looking to engage anybody; she's happiest when she's zoned out & nothing coherent is bouncing from neuron to neuron. Except to see a lot more real time blotto.
 
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You've got Chantal choking and gasping and looking like she's about ready to hurple off this mortal coil after inhaling 'properly' once, and still people in chat were encouraging her to do it again and hold it in 'until you hear bells'.

What the fuck
Until you hear bells. Are these people actually fucking 14? I..just fuck.
 
She is increasingly & frantically trying to self soothe with larger quantities of food & drugs & literally avoiding physical life by not only not doing the basics of hygiene & self care but by not leaving her room. She is more & more obsessed with damping down or preventing intrusive thoughts... again with drugs & as she admits - sleep. Sleep & more sleep.

Sleep, drugs, food, drugs, sleep... rinse & repeat.

She doesn't want to die, (I don't think) but she's afraid to live; afraid to put in even the smallest amount of work needed for the basis of a life.

The live streams - she's looking for external motivation, happiness & validation. One of her big problems, (again, my thoughts only), is that at some level, she's aware she's not going to get what she needs from others & she sure as hell is in no condition to call on internal resources - she's right out of those. Her frequent stern reminders about "no negativity"... she might as well be saying: "Reason & reality are not welcome".

It doesn't take a Big Brain to see her current path is anything but a wise choice. It will take increasing amounts of severely dysfunctional behavior to achieve fewer... "gains". I can't predict how this will end but end it will. She might muster up enough to energy to make one more bogus effort: shower, GRWM, maybe a grocery run & lots of talk about turning over a new leaf... TOMORROW. And of course, doing it her way because she is just SO good at knowing what's best for her. Limited fast food, "micro-dosing", baby steps; same old, same old.

Sadly, the only micro about any of her current behavior patterns is micro thought.

There's nothing her family can do - she's not actively suicidal or an overt threat to others & we're not a tyranny; she retains the right to refuse any/all treatment.

Watching her live is a window into her 'mind'. She's not really looking to engage anybody; she's happiest when she's zoned out & nothing coherent is bouncing from neuron to neuron. Except to see a lot more real time blotto.
Anyone who has been through a dark and difficult time of depression knows exactly what she is doing and why it will fail: the more you turn inward, coddle yourself and only allow happy, soothing ideas in, rather than harsh truths, the worse it gets. “Self-care” becomes fearful indulgence to keep away bad thoughts. Tuning out anything “bad” or “upsetting” turns your everyday routine into a tiny, claustrophobic space. If you don’t push to save yourself and struggle outside of your comfort bubble, that bubble just keeps getting smaller and smaller, until you can’t get out of bed without feeling like giving up; until you can’t face an entire 16 hour day without some kind of numbing agent like drugs, alcohol or constant food; until you’re scared to go outside and too nervous or anxious around strangers to leave the house. And the more you try to soothe yourself with takeout and drugs and excess sleep, the more anxious and depressed you become.

She’s doing the exact opposite of what she really needs, predictably. She’s an alcoholic who thinks all their alcoholism-related problems will go away with the next few drinks. She’s shrinking her entire world around her, until her whole world will soon be just her bed, her phone and her toilet…along with a lot of sad daydreams about trips and lovers and success…until she dies.

But if she doesn’t like how her life turns out, she can always just not watch. Right?
 
So now I wonder if she realizes how much weed she wasted by not inhaling for all that time? Or is she fat too stupid (typo and it stays)

also, hear bells? Is that a thing? Like… the wah-wah noise, is that what they mean? I am confuse
Her preferred form of cannabis has usually always been edibles (go figure), so lucky for her she didn’t lose too much by not inhaling.

Just looked up the bells thing; it’s stupid. It just means if you hear bells ringing in your ears, somebody’s dying/dead? So idk what her chat is talking about.
 
You've got Chantal choking and gasping and looking like she's about ready to hurple off this mortal coil after inhaling 'properly' once, and still people in chat were encouraging her to do it again and hold it in 'until you hear bells'.

What the fuck
I caught the end of the stream and she was saying how she "has to inhale properly". I found it comical that after taking proper hits she was immediately zooted to the moon and went to bed. Maybe now she'll realize taking exorbitant amounts of edibles is completely asinine. Although I'm always astonished that her goal is to green out so terribly. I guess the idea is to incapacitate herself to the point of no thoughts whatsoever.

That plays well into her admission that she just sat around her room listening to music and snorting coke all night. At first I didn't believe her but I guess it dawned on me just how lonely she is. She would rather spend large swaths of time alone in her room but even that isn't a good enough escape anymore. She doesn't even want to spend time with herself, the idea is so loathsome that she continually needs to stifle whatever inner monologue that may try to wiggle a thought loose.

All this isolation paired with no outside job, no friends, no hobbies (real ones not ones for grandmas), no discernable contact with others outside of the hugbox and soyboy peez, really is shaping up for a socially retarded and mentally unstable final season.
 
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