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

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Has Amber ever felt hunger pain like genuine pain
Maybe while she was in controlled environments like the group home and foster care placements who put locks up on her. I'm sure she is still bitter about being made to drink 1% melk in the group home while the rest of the girls could have whole melk.
 

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Maybe while she was in controlled environments like the group home and foster care placements who put locks up on her.
If the group home tale was real.

Has Amber ever felt hunger pain like genuine pain not just her urge to inhale everything in her path

I always consider hunger pains to be a result of drastically under eating (intentionally or otherwise). I don't think Fatty has ever in her life experienced this as she has been obese since she was a child.

She can spout the lie about not knowing when her next meal would come but her childhood pictures say enough. You don't stay consistently obese as a child if you only eat sparingly (even if it is a fuck ton of McDonald's in one sitting).

At most, she's experienced regular hunger that everyone does. The difference is, she's too much of a greedy cunt to control herself. She probably truly believes the hunger she sometimes feels is the way a starving person feels.
She is that delusional and dramatic. I'd love to see her forced into a room and made to eat the normal amount for a woman her height, that'd be half decent content.
 
A quarter of the way into 100 Days of Weight Gaining In and Amber is back to her crusty, filthy, knuckle concealered, greasy cockroach antennaed, oil slick poop bun haired 2019 best. Looks like all of Wipey's unwavering support is working wonders for you gorl!!
You don't know the whole story! What you have to rullize is that during that time in 2019, Amber was at her worst for her mental illness and totally wanted to 'unalive' herself! And filming, editing, and uploading it to YouTube in order to make fucktons of adsense revenue was totally fatphobic and mental illness shaming by her audience! It wasn't until Becky broke up with her Amber kicked that Thumb to the curb and met Jade that suddenly everything got better and now she's living her best life! She showers every day - she told us so and Amber says she's not a liar! The dark knuckles is a MEDICAL CONDITION linked to the diabetes she totally doesn't have, and pointing it out is illness shaming! Skinny women let their hair turn into greasy grime balls, too! Don't decency shame!

Jade better start doing her due diligence and hose this buffalo off. Looking fresh as fuck. That armpit stain isn't crusty at all. No sir.
That's Becky's fault. She messed with the washing machine so it has intermittent breakdowns and leaves nasty "laundry detergent" stains over the high sweat and food splatter areas of Amber's clothing. The Thumb carefully engineered it to only happen whenever Amber has to do her own laundry. You don't understand all of the hardships Amber had to endure in that relationship!

Has Amber ever felt hunger pain like genuine pain not just her urge to inhale everything in her path. The way she eats is like the food is going to grow legs and run away
I think she sort of has. When you eat a diet as shitty as Amber's that is composed exclusively of the absolute highest processed glycemic index foods, it affects your hunger. Rather than gradually getting hungier, you can suddenly get extreme nausea and the feeling that you'll get really sick if you don't eat right away. It's caused from the constant blood sugar spikes and crashes - even if you aren't diabetic (though I'm sure insulin resistance makes it way worse). The fix to this is to eat lower glycemic index whole foods and after a little while your body calms down and starts to act normally again. Of course, that would be impossible for Amber, as doing that would trigger her ultra unique BED, so she is forced to subsist on white rice, potato chips, ramen, ice cream, chocolate, and takeout like fries and pizza. You don't understand the hardships - she doesn't even LIKE pizza!

Again, I'm sure Becky's at fault here too for allowing this to happen to Amber.
 
I am so fucking sick of hearing the name Feline, she sounds like a retard every time she says it. It's not cute it's fucking cringe.
It sounds like fake familiarity. Less a naturally occurring nickname and more like they sat down one day and Amber said, "Jade Francis of New York, I need to call you something besides 'My Girlfriend' on camera. How about Faline, like from Bambi?"
Though I kinda think Amber's just one of those people who want to rename everyone she meets. I don't trust those kind.

Lego Titanic, Expensive, doing that cutesy thing joking about Jack flirting with her... Trying to get Becky's attention, WinsletLynn?
Remember Christmases with Becky when they would exchange stuff that one might get out of a 25 cent vending machine? I am convinced that any sort of high end gift giving is just Amber showing off.
Imagine feeling like you have to put forth effort to flex on Becky of all people.
 
Horror Story Time: "So Good"

(Note: English is not my first language, so excuse any dumb writing error).

You are starting a new life with your partner in the Lexington's complex apartment. You bought the flat dirt cheap. The place looks perfect, some would even say luxurious. However, you feel something is off, but you decide to bite the bullet. You won't find an offer as good as this in any other place. You are still blissfully unaware of what's lurking above you.

It all started with weird noises over the ceiling. In daylight the place is completely calm as if no one lived above. However, at the middle of the night, *it* awakens. Strange, heavy bumps... You believe those are steps, but that's impossible, it should be the steps of a small elephant or a full stuffed beanbag hitting the floor over and over again. These unsettling sounds persists until the break of day when *it* falls into slumber again.

You start making questions to the neighbours, but they know as little as you. They tell you a black woman lives alone in the floor above you. But she's weird, nobody's ever seen her face. It's said she had only be seen leaving and entering her apartment at twilight or at dusk, usually she is carrying a McDonald's bag. Sometimes she is taking a small dog with her. Nobody knows her name or whats her job, some neighbours have tried to reach her knocking the door, but nobody has ever answered. Some kids call her Feline, but nobody knows how they came up with that name.

Days keep passing by, the strange noises don't let you sleep at night. Things have gotten worse, now a foul odor invades all your bedroom. It smells like rotten food and unwashed clothes left for weeks. Now, you understand why the apartments was so cheap. They scammed you. But you are angry, you want to fight back, you will argue with this Feline woman. Nobody ever saw you after that night.

You take the stairs up and arrive in front of her door. You are about to knock it when you realized the door is open. Normally, you wouldn't even think to enter someone's house without asking, but it's 3 A.M. and you are so fucking tired, you wan to settle this problem. The first thing you sense inside is pain. You forgot to wear shoes and you stepped over some Legos. Suddenly, you realise the entire floor is full of pieces of Lego. In some corner you see the Lego minifigure of... Kate Blanchet? "Wtf?" you say unconsciously.

Then, it comes that foul odor again... But now it smells like hell, something out of this Earth you never thought it could exist. You are about to throw out, you feel your face green. You start to run to the nearest bathroom, kitchen, whatever. The legos are stabbing your feet leaving blood stains behind you. You pass the living room, and now you are in a corridor. There's gross lesbian parafernalia everywhere. You wonder if you got into the lair of a male degenerate when you hair the gutural sound of a... Human?... Voice. "Hmmm, so good" it says. You don't understand, you are scared, you want to escape. But there's something pulling you in. You want to *know* what's behind. You step into the kitchen.

And there it is. You didn't expect the monster to be so short, but it's extremely wide. It's sitted over a small chair in front of a table. Its pale skin is heavily deteriorated, like gray bricks. The shape of its head is crowned by what you think is hair in form of poop. You laugh at the thought of that childish idea. That's your last mistake.

- Feline...?- says the beast, with a stressed pitched. Looks like if it was hungry.

The beast turns over, and you see its full horror. Each leg is bigger than your entire body, they look green and infected. It looks painful. However, then you noticed its face, you noticed the eyes of the beast. It was extremely angry. Pure fear takes hold, and you start to scream with all your strength. The beast runs towards you. You can't believe how fast it is. It knocks you down to the floor. The sheer weight crush your skeleton. Behind the beast, you see a camera recording. In the screen, you can see your face, but you can't reconigzed it under all the fear. It is the last thing you see before everything turns black. In your dying breathe, you hear that voice one final time...

-Hmmm, soooooo good.
 
Has she ever explained her obsession with the fucking decimals? At 500 pounds, does .6 even matter? It's just so ridiculous to hear a 500 pound, 32 year old woman say "I'm .2 down" as if that's anything other than that she burped before stepping on the scale.

Wipey making a 6 course meal for her makes me think the rumors of her being a feeder is right. Why else would someone make their super morbidly obese girlfriend that much food? Also, how have I never noticed she eye fucks herself WHILE she eats? She looks directly at the camera when she takes a bite of food which is so weird. Is that a thing people do or is it for the feeders?

She needs a tard wrangler to portion out her food.
She should have done that when she had all that money instead of buying 1,000 pairs of ugly earrings and every bedspread Torrid released.

I am so fucking sick of hearing the name Feline
It reminds me of a 13 year old in their first relationship. Some stupid ass nickname and the "we do sex all the time". Renaming her ig bambi makes it even more stupid.
 
Has she ever explained her obsession with the fucking decimals? At 500 pounds, does .6 even matter? It's just so ridiculous to hear a 500 pound, 32 year old woman say "I'm .2 down" as if that's anything other than that she burped before stepping on the scale.
Mathematician-Lynn needs to tell us the EXACT pounds she weighs so we won't get the wrong idea 500lbs isnt the same as 500.6lbs we're just so ignorant and don't understand Amber's big brain energy....or it could be the fact she's trying to lessen the blow about being a behemoth
 
Horror Story Time: "So Good"

(Note: English is not my first language, so excuse any dumb writing error).

You are starting a new life with your partner in the Lexington's complex apartment. You bought the flat dirt cheap. The place looks perfect, some would even say luxurious. However, you feel something is off, but you decide to bite the bullet. You won't find an offer as good as this in any other place. You are still blissfully unaware of what's lurking above you.

It all started with weird noises over the ceiling. In daylight the place is completely calm as if no one lived above. However, at the middle of the night, *it* awakens. Strange, heavy bumps... You believe those are steps, but that's impossible, it should be the steps of a small elephant or a full stuffed beanbag hitting the floor over and over again. These unsettling sounds persists until the break of day when *it* falls into slumber again.

You start making questions to the neighbours, but they know as little as you. They tell you a black woman lives alone in the floor above you. But she's weird, nobody's ever seen her face. It's said she had only be seen leaving and entering her apartment at twilight or at dusk, usually she is carrying a McDonald's bag. Sometimes she is taking a small dog with her. Nobody knows her name or whats her job, some neighbours have tried to reach her knocking the door, but nobody has ever answered. Some kids call her Feline, but nobody knows how they came up with that name.

Days keep passing by, the strange noises don't let you sleep at night. Things have gotten worse, now a foul odor invades all your bedroom. It smells like rotten food and unwashed clothes left for weeks. Now, you understand why the apartments was so cheap. They scammed you. But you are angry, you want to fight back, you will argue with this Feline woman. Nobody ever saw you after that night.

You take the stairs up and arrive in front of her door. You are about to knock it when you realized the door is open. Normally, you wouldn't even think to enter someone's house without asking, but it's 3 A.M. and you are so fucking tired, you wan to settle this problem. The first thing you sense inside is pain. You forgot to wear shoes and you stepped over some Legos. Suddenly, you realise the entire floor is full of pieces of Lego. In some corner you see the Lego minifigure of... Kate Blanchet? "Wtf?" you say unconsciously.

Then, it comes that foul odor again... But now it smells like hell, something out of this Earth you never thought it could exist. You are about to throw out, you feel your face green. You start to run to the nearest bathroom, kitchen, whatever. The legos are stabbing your feet leaving blood stains behind you. You pass the living room, and now you are in a corridor. There's gross lesbian parafernalia everywhere. You wonder if you got into the lair of a male degenerate when you hair the gutural sound of a... Human?... Voice. "Hmmm, so good" it says. You don't understand, you are scared, you want to escape. But there's something pulling you in. You want to *know* what's behind. You step into the kitchen.

And there it is. You didn't expect the monster to be so short, but it's extremely wide. It's sitted over a small chair in front of a table. Its pale skin is heavily deteriorated, like gray bricks. The shape of its head is crowned by what you think is hair in form of poop. You laugh at the thought of that childish idea. That's your last mistake.

- Feline...?- says the beast, with a stressed pitched. Looks like if it was hungry.

The beast turns over, and you see its full horror. Each leg is bigger than your entire body, they look green and infected. It looks painful. However, then you noticed its face, you noticed the eyes of the beast. It was extremely angry. Pure fear takes hold, and you start to scream with all your strength. The beast runs towards you. You can't believe how fast it is. It knocks you down to the floor. The sheer weight crush your skeleton. Behind the beast, you see a camera recording. In the screen, you can see your face, but you can't reconigzed it under all the fear. It is the last thing you see before everything turns black. In your dying breathe, you hear that voice one final time...

-Hmmm, soooooo good.
This was autistic in the absolute best way possible, chefs kiss. 🤌
 
Has she ever explained her obsession with the fucking decimals? At 500 pounds, does .6 even matter? It's just so ridiculous to hear a 500 pound, 32 year old woman say "I'm .2 down" as if that's anything other than that she burped before stepping on the scale.
Its like saying something is $506.99 instead of $507. It seems daintier. Dainty people care about the .2's because .2 of 110 pound woman is a very significant 0.18% of her total body mass and damnit that same .2 is just as important at .0395256916996047 % of Ambers total dainty mass
 
Mathematician-Lynn needs to tell us the EXACT pounds she weighs so we won't get the wrong idea 500lbs isnt the same as 500.6lbs we're just so ignorant and don't understand Amber's big brain energy....or it could be the fact she's trying to lessen the blow about being a behemoth
I always thought it was a part of her weight watchers bullshit. When ww was big back in the day they emphasized the decimal points. Like down to .2 and stuff so i always thought it was from that. Ambers been eating sleeping and shitting diet culture and started when the "thing to do" was be hyper critical. Ww is a cult for real.
 
Mathematician-Lynn needs to tell us the EXACT pounds she weighs so we won't get the wrong idea 500lbs isnt the same as 500.6lbs we're just so ignorant and don't understand Amber's big brain energy....or it could be the fact she's trying to lessen the blow about being a behemoth

I mean at that point it's 501 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♂️ but that would explode her brain
 
Has she ever explained her obsession with the fucking decimals? At 500 pounds, does .6 even matter? It's just so ridiculous to hear a 500 pound, 32 year old woman say "I'm .2 down" as if that's anything other than that she burped before stepping on the scale.
It absolutely doesn't matter and is completely meaningless given daily fluid fluctuations and the changing contents of the bowel. At her size even a pound or more is meaningless. She'd need to round her weight up in stones for any gains or losses to be relevant. The cow is 36 stone. She can tell me when she reaches 35 or 37 stone before there will be any relevance to a weight change.
 
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