I thought that Corissa already admitted to having diabetes? I could be wrong, though. I watch so many Deathfat threads it can get confusing at times.
Yeah, she's admitted it, but she keeps it low-key—not talking about it, and not straightening out her diet to reverse its progression, but not denying she has it if asked. Last I knew, she was on Metformin, but she's said straight out that she has diabetes, not pre-diabetes, so who knows what she's actually on right now.
It's not surprising, I guess, that she won't change her eating habits post-gallbladder op to keep herself from shitting her pants in public; the long-term consequences of poorly-managed diabetes should have posed enough of a threat to get her to change her ways, yet she hasn't. She'll be like Kelly Lenza, who whines about the cost of insulin while eating fried chicken as a bedtime snack every night, and who is also falling apart and becoming less mobile just as Corissa is.
At any rate, C and J have always been open to how disgusting they are and how fucked their obesity is (even if they try to paint is as "this is life as a fat person"). Corissa used to be a "sex worker" (read: cam whore) while Juliana wrote those articles about how showering is suffering and needing a bidet when she shits.
Yeah, they may not be glamorizing obesity, but they sure as hell are doing their best to normalize the most degrading and dehumanizing consequences of it—from chronic diarrhea, to not being able to wipe one's own ass, to a general lack of hygiene, they're pretending this is a perfectly fine and acceptable way to live, and that it's only fatphobia that makes it uncomfortable, exhausting, and humiliating.
Which kind of makes me hope they both live a long time, utterly dependent upon the medical-industrial complex to keep them alive, slowly and painfully rotting away. Given that that's a reality for a lot of immobile, housebound deathfats, it's not far-fetched at all.
Another example of how dangerously arrogant/delusional Juliana is. She's not concerned about ending up with life-long surgical complications, or dying. She's convinced everything will be fine if only she can get one doctor to chop her up.
LOL, as if deathfats are capable of contemplating the long-term consequences of any of their actions, and making responsible decisions based on that.
Deathfats have zero tolerance for any kind of delayed gratification. If they did, they wouldn't be deathfats.
Juliana has to be free to snack all day long, in order to ensure her mental well-being; waiting a couple of hours until a designated break would be too triggering, therefore her employer must accommodate her (just as they accommodated her by buying her a supersized desk chair). All she has to do is insist she needs something RIGHT NOW for the sake of her mental health, and she can justify anything. Potential consequences? If you bring those up, that's just gatekeeping, keeping her from getting the vital gender-affirming care she needs not to 41 herself. And you're doing it, not because you still have some shred of medical ethics left, or care about her well-being, but because you're fatphobic.
"Give me what I want, or I'll call you names and tell on you for being mean to me!"—that's what Juliana's demands all boil down to. She's a vastly- overgrown 29-year-old toddler, who wants what she wants, and will scream about oppression if you don't give it to her.
She has zero sense of resposibility for her own health.
And the odds of healing incisions that are sitting over thick slabs of chest fat? On a diabetic? Pretty fucking low.
Do an image search for "tunneling infection" or "surgical site infection" if you want to see what goes wrong with surgical incisions on deathfats.
Over in the Rat Kings forum is an obese she-troon named Laura "Colt" Seidman, who got a double mastectomy on the public's dime a few years back, when she was 25 or 26.
Laura is a mildly retarded Borderliner who is legendary for her poor hygiene, is hypertensive, and if she's not diabetic, I would be very surprised. But she found a doctor who was on the verge of retiring, who agreed to do a double mastectomy on her anyway. Since she was homeless at the time, Medicaid also put her up in a hotel room across the street from the hospital and had a nurse come by every day to change her dressings.
Shit, look at Phil Haskins-Delici and Jonathan Yaniv—MtF troons who both got manholes installed thanks to public health care (in Portland, OR and Vancouver, BC, respectively) despite being chronically filthy, with impaired executive functioning, and and obvious mental illness. Doctors and hospitals and pharmaceutical companies are making bank by sterilizing and sexually mutilating the free-range mentally ill who can be convinced they are in the wrong bodies. It's the new eugenics movement—disguised as gender-affirming and life-saving procedures and medications, so nobody can argue against it without being shouted down as transphobic, and accused of wanting trans people dead.
So somewhere out there—and probably not too far from her—are a surgeon and an anesthesiologist ethically-challenged enough to do a double mastectomy on Juliana. Somebody prescribed her T, despite her having a BMI over 90, after all. When it comes to trans medicine, there are no ethics, and appears to be no standard of care—if the patient wants it, the patient can get it.
The craziest part is that she would not be able to find a plastic surgeon willing to do a breast reduction on her, given her fatness and state of health, but lopping them off entirely in the name of gender-affirming care? Totally doable. We live in mad times, kids.
