Amberlynn Reid - 600 pound pathological liar and U-Haul lesbian moving in with her next live-in maid/nurse/girlfriend.

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Pandering for asspats. I’m still highly suspicious of mama Reid, most amazing person you’ve ever known?? Really gorl? She wanted nothing to do with you up until last week.
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Pandering for asspats. I’m still highly suspicious of mama Reid, most amazing person you’ve ever known?? Really gorl? She wanted nothing to do with you up until last week.
'I got diagnosed with cancer' Ya gorl, we know, we been knew for a couple weeks now. I'm getting a very strong impression that Amber is wearing this cancer diagnosis as a badge of honor, as opposed to a possible death sentence. Which could just be Amber being Amber: not ever taking her health seriously and always looking for attention. Or, it could mean that the cancer diagnosis isn't as dire as she first made it seem.I feel like a retard for even bothering to speculate anymore.

But who knows? Not any of us since Amber will spend the next two weeks with her mom living in stupid bliss while uploading pre-recorded videos and non-update updates.
 
Pandering for asspats. I’m still highly suspicious of mama Reid, most amazing person you’ve ever known?? Really gorl? She wanted nothing to do with you up until last week.
And of course she used the picture where her mom’s face is the most fucked up, so she can look slightly more human-like in comparison. Classic Amberlynn.
 
Pandering for asspats. I’m still highly suspicious of mama Reid, most amazing person you’ve ever known?? Really gorl? She wanted nothing to do with you up until last week.

I don’t think Amber can see herself like everyone else does, at all... How does she not notice that only one eye is looking at the phone? She thinks this is a GOOD pic of her.
 
If she has actually lost weight (BIG fucking if) it's probably because she's had to abstain from bingeen for a few days while mommy's around. She's probably too embarrassed to gorge herself in front of her, lest she realize that her 500lb daughter isn't a dainty little virginal baby anymore.
 
I was shit posting in the garden sub and took the time to translate Amber’s Speaking Up poem. This is the rain and petals eavesdrop poem.

I figured it would be good to have peak Amber documented in the main thread:


Speaking Up
By: Amberlynn Reid


Let’s see? Who does everyone believe?

Let’s start gambling our life, rolling dice, like knives on a platter.

Who will survive? Will it be the false nightmare you spit or the reality I have tied?

Tied to a place, a place of sadness, and now revealed an alternate madness

Why are you going to break the tide and just leave it there? Break the ice and throw the stone and not think twice?

Why are you going to play your sins and call me twice? Twice the lies, twice the price, twice the vulgar manipulated web.

Spider to friend. Friend to spider. Enemy grudge and love lost. Using my name to put yours in lights?

What happened to all the bites? All the times they turned it into goodbyes? No I am not perfect in any way.

No inside the lines, no glitter outside, no gracefully worded rhymes. No playing perfect like you’ve begun.

Begun a show that keeps haunting me. The haunt is the demon I am trying to excape (sic). Excape the pain and outwardly insane. Excape the thoughts and online taunts.

Just admit you are wrong and play a different song. Admit the guilt you sown. Sown like a misguided basket.

Basket case of poisoned sentences. My life is my story but yet you have written a chapter. The chapter has torn pages, scribbled words, words of false advertisement.

I am my own narrator yet you stole the pen to deny, to lie, to pry. Pry in a life that was fine.

Here are the facts. You lied about your name right off the bat but still called me insane. You put a ring on my finger, promised me forever, but yet you kissed her?

You kicked and screamed until it was making hate. Forget making love, when the love was gone. R A P E rain and petals eavesdrop, I used the wrong word. rain and petals eavesdrop, I used the wrong word. rain and petals eavesdrop, I used the wrong word.

My mental hygiene has been rotten and stirred. Abuse in the pitcher (sic) frame put on a smile, what I see behind, behind the fake glass reflecting, noise destroying, shimmer, clatter, frame breaks.

I don’t understand your left hand connected to your heart but it is so cold. Cold enough to ruin me. Listen, my heart doesn’t beat for you, I don’t bleed for you, I don’t need you.

Social media needs this – a drama story – something to decipher, something to dissect, to entertain, to observe, to twist, and to melt over. It’s not fair for strangers to pick a side – a side to bash, a side to hate, a side to love, and a side to hash. Hash out prop-ah-gohn-da (sic).

I’m not on this ride for beliefs, bashing, lashing, tasteless hashing. I want to be understood. To cowardly clarify, I am going to say bad choices don’t make you a bad person.

Almost seven years have glided. 2,555 days, 61,320 hours, I have cried, I’ve laughed, I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve tackled, exposed, won, succeeded, failed. I’ve groaned (sic), I’ve learned, I’ve moved on, healing along the way.

The moon moved from the sun and roses blossomed on my favorite weed. As I placed a hand on my blood, red heart, hoping one day it will all be gone.

Everything written with unhealthy circumstances, all the tears that stain my pillowcases, the cruel hateful comments I received in anger. The wrong assumptions that everyone made. The thought of wishing myself off this jaded earth and the lies you placed in my reality.

Speck (?) and spiked, and broken down, still standing through all the sound. Tearing apart at the seams, I covered all the screams. Screams so silent yet so loud.

Profound, profoundly intense in ending this final dance. Knowing what you did and saying you didn’t. Such a lovely story.
 
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I still don't understand why she doesn't just get a vaginal hysterectomy. The hospital stay can be just a couple of days with minimal pain in some women...Lower and less than Dr. Google suggests. Some get a few weeks of 'just in case' chemo and/or radiation in stage 1 Amber is the type to put things off until they options become more limited and things progress..maybe her mother will push her to act fast. Having them go in like a c-section is very painful and has a much longer recovery time. People with a high pain tolerance can *even do bad with that..she would be a nightmare.
I wonder if that's one of the mysterious options she's considering.

^I could absolutely see that poem being used on the first day of some writing courses at univerities as an example of how bad poetry can get.

*left out a word
 
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I still don't understand why she doesn't just get a vaginal hysterectomy. The hospital stay can be just a couple of days with minimal pain in some women...Lower and less than Dr. Google suggests. Some get a few weeks of 'just in case' chemo and/or radiation in stage 1 Amber is the type to put things off until they options become more limited and things progress..maybe her mother will push her to act fast. Having them go in like a c-section is very painful and has a much longer recovery time. People with a high pain tolerance can do bad with that..she would be a nightmare.
I wonder if that's one of the mysterious options she's considering.

I think it is the general anestheic. She has sleep apnea and she has said in the past she ha heart arrhythmia or an ectopic heart beat (I guess only by her description - she couldnt remember what the dr said it was)
 
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