Corissa Enneking / fatgirlflow and Juliana "J" Aprileo / comfyfattravels - Delusional fat-acceptance lesbian couple, junk-food addicts with expensive taste

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Tathagata

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I don’t understand though why so many fat chicks will spend an hour on their face and not an hour at the gym.
Put on make up: immediate results that hide the truth.
Work out every day: slow-to-realize results that are truthful, but don't provide any superficial immediate benefit.

If you ask people whether they'd do something easy with obvious results or something hard with eventual results, most would often go with the former. It's really an issue of conspicuous consumption that deemphasizes working hard for tangible benefit mixed with participation trophy culture and the internet's ability to engender communities centered around absolute retardation. If fat chicks couldn't access the internet and join communities of other fat chicks in a hugbox that denies basic physics and medicine, more would realize there's something wrong about them that needs to be addressed.
 

bathtub-tigers

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GenociderSyo

Syo
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Corissa is really gonna flip her shit when she has to pay for J's dead body removal and oversize cremation services. Or will she just abandon J at a funeral home? Wouldn't want to dip into Coco's manicure and yoga fund.
It will be like this news headline:
"Obese man stuck in chair for 2 years; had to be cut from chair after skin fused with fabric · ** UPDATE: The man removed from the chair has died."
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Found this on a site of odd things found in thrift stores:
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They got J perfectly!
 

Windex

True & Honest Fan
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I’m sure anyone who has bought home post-subprime mortgage crisis is familiar with painstakingly going through the assorted documents and forms needed by the lender.

Even a $19.99 collection from some newspaper or a doctors bill must be paid off, verified as such, and you provide bank statements to prove your fiscal responsibility.

I am shocked that neither of them realized you needed 20% down. That’s common knowledge in their age group, but luckily for them, you can now get mortgage insurance tacked on monthly so you can afford the home despite lacking the proper down payment.

STILL not good enough. So she doesn’t want to save the cash nor pay for it monthly. Sounds like Corissa thought having her entirely unreliable income stream would be good enough, and reality hit. Good!
 

GenociderSyo

Syo
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New article by J:

Shrill’s Annie Is Not An Outlier – Another Anti-Fat Medical Bias Weight Loss Surgery Moment​


This post may contain affiliate links. Affiliate links allow ComfyFat.com to earn commissions on products we recommend. All opinions are our own.

Content warning: This post is about anti-fat medical bias and mentions weight loss surgery and side effects, fatphobia, gossypiboma/textiloma/RFO, and there is a description of wound care.

When I was 17, I had my first surgery. It was to remove a cyst on my lower spine. Okay fine, it was actually my ass. I had an internal cyst that needed to be removed as it posed a threat to my tailbone and spine. Still vulnerable and catering to internalized anti-fat bias, I asked a doctor I trusted before surgery if this happened to me because I was fat. The doctor assured me that these kinds of cysts actually happen to a lot of young people, of all sizes. “We don’t hear much about them because it’s embarrassing for young people to talk about,” she said. I breathed easier knowing that this cyst and the fast approaching surgery was due to no fault of my own. It just happens. I felt a sigh of relief and anticipated nothing short of compassionate care going forward.

The surgery itself went fine, but what would I know, I was asleep for it. The recovery on the other hand was a nightmare. The healing process required another set of hands, so my mom became my personal care attendant for the following months. She took the cleaning and packing instructions very seriously. She used to be a nurse’s aide back in the day. But a week post surgery I ended up having a pretty gnarly infection that landed me in emergency care.

Cheers To A New Phobia

They found some gauze packed deep enough that anyone doing post-op care couldn’t have known it was there. They actually left gauze in me that they were supposed to remove before I left my initial surgery. I was lucky that the infection didn’t progress into a worse state. They removed the packing after loading me up with dilaudid. I didn’t feel a thing, which was great! But I do now have a fear of having objects left inside me during surgery. Because, well, it happened.

The Anti-Fat Medical Bias Moment

Due to the infection, my recovery time was delayed and I had multiple follow up appointments. For the most part, people treated me with grace and dignity, knowing that the check up always involved such a vulnerable area. It was only at my last follow up appointment when I was faced with that moment; the inevitable anti-fat medical bias moment. The doctor reported that my wound was in much better condition, and I was free. As I shook his hand and made my way to the door, he stopped me. He pointed to a graphic on the wall detailing gastric bypass surgery. “Have you ever considered weight loss surgery? You’d be the perfect candidate. Truly, it would be so good for you, and not everyone qualifies. Let me send you home with some information!”

Unfortunately at the time, it was 2009 and I didn’t have someone like Aidy Bryant aka Annie in Shrill to model an appropriate, confident, and liberated response. Seventeen years of being the fat kid meant that I wasn’t new to anti-fat trauma. I was new to advocacy. I didn’t know what to say, or how to respond. In my head I thought, “the cyst wasn’t even related to my weight, though.”

Completely out of ideas on what to say, I sunk into myself and said “No I hadn’t…(considered it).” I took the pamphlets home with me and did just that, I considered it. I read every terrifying detail. I couldn’t help but feel like every positive outcome sounded like a lie. As if they couldn’t be obtained without surgery and severely altering my body, first. The consequences sounded like living in a body that was in much worse condition than the body I was currently in. I felt uneasy about it, so much so that I couldn’t move forward with it. I’m so thankful for that. But it took me nearly 10 years to find words for why I felt so uneasy about this interaction in the first place.

He framed the question in a way that made me actually feel special. He sounded like he was saying I would have the privilege of accessing this procedure. Me, having privilege because of my body? That was something I hadn’t heard before.

At the time, I felt all kinds of complicated emotions. I felt shame, mostly. How could I have been so naïve, trusting my previous doctor who assured me that the cyst was unrelated to weight. I felt embarrassed, like I’d been blissfully unaware of what everyone was truly thinking of me throughout the process. I remember too, feeling disturbed about the tone of the doctor that day. He framed the question in a way that made me actually feel special. He sounded like he was saying I would have the privilege of accessing this procedure. Me, having privilege because of my body? That was something I hadn’t heard before. And that’s what makes me feel the most uneasy about this.

It turns out, this magical surgery he was trying to sell, isn’t so magical at all. The side effects and risks of pursuing such a drastic surgery would be life-altering and lifelong. The benefits didn’t outweigh the cons for me back then, and I’ve since questioned where he got the idea that they would. He was promising a 17 year old of a more fulfilling life.

What kinds of assumptions had he made about my quality of life that day? And with the list of risks and side effects associated with weight loss surgery, what qualifies as a “more fulfilling life?” Who defines quality of life? Acid reflux, chronic nausea and vomiting, leakage, hernias, gallstones, malnutrition, perforated stomach and intestines, dumping syndrome, ulcers, blood clots, and weight gain or inability to lose weight are all risks and side effects of weight loss surgery. But hey, as long as my body is smaller for a while, right?

As a body liberationist in training I feel revolted by this whole interaction between the doctor and my teenage self. And I feel deeply saddened for the youth that I was, just trying to make it out of this experience in one piece. My heart sinks when I think about even taking the paperwork home and reading up on it.

No Safe Spaces

Looking back, I realize this moment was a turning point for me when accessing medical care. I learned through processing the experience that I couldn’t trust doctors to treat me holistically. They will always see me as a fat person with “an obesity problem.” Some doctors will see that as a challenge to overcome, others will dismiss me as not worth their time. It will always be about my weight. Whether I came in about a weight related health concern or not. Their spaces are not safe. I will be more guarded. I will be more prepared.

It’s both insidious and manipulative the way the medical industry so easily utilizes a guise of authority to push anti-fat procedures on vulnerable people. In some cases, these authorities push children into pursuing a surgery that would essentially amputate a properly working organ. For what? How often do doctors suggest this life-altering surgery to people who didn’t ask? This doctor saw a fat kid, healthy and ready to get back to life, and treated it as an opportunity. And that makes me absolutely sick.

I mentioned Aidy Bryant and Shrill earlier because the show is what led me to share this story. The final season included a scene where the main character, who is fat, goes to a routine medical appointment and has nearly the exact interaction that I had with my doctor over 10 years ago. The doctor presumed that the main character was unhappy with her weight and presented weight loss surgery as an option. She offered this suggestion completely out of context, without expressed desire from the patient to pursue anything related to weight loss. I shared this story because the examples in Shrill detailing the fat persons experience are anything but exaggerated. These are not hyperbolic examples. They are right on point and they happen every day. Every freaking day. To every single one of us fatties.

I’m thankful to Aidy Bryant, and the author of the original memoir, Lindy West, and everyone involved in this show for putting together something so unique that the world can see. I’ve never seen my everyday struggles as a fat person so accurately represented. The more we talk about anti-fat bias, share the impact, and demand better of the people mistreating us, the closer we are to structural and societal change. Fat people deserve access to healthcare free of anti-fat bias and shame. We deserve to trust that our healthcare providers see us as human beings. We deserve autonomy.
 

Mealy Mouth Spittle

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New article by J:

Shrill’s Annie Is Not An Outlier – Another Anti-Fat Medical Bias Weight Loss Surgery Moment​


This post may contain affiliate links. Affiliate links allow ComfyFat.com to earn commissions on products we recommend. All opinions are our own.

Content warning: This post is about anti-fat medical bias and mentions weight loss surgery and side effects, fatphobia, gossypiboma/textiloma/RFO, and there is a description of wound care.

When I was 17, I had my first surgery. It was to remove a cyst on my lower spine. Okay fine, it was actually my ass. I had an internal cyst that needed to be removed as it posed a threat to my tailbone and spine. Still vulnerable and catering to internalized anti-fat bias, I asked a doctor I trusted before surgery if this happened to me because I was fat. The doctor assured me that these kinds of cysts actually happen to a lot of young people, of all sizes. “We don’t hear much about them because it’s embarrassing for young people to talk about,” she said. I breathed easier knowing that this cyst and the fast approaching surgery was due to no fault of my own. It just happens. I felt a sigh of relief and anticipated nothing short of compassionate care going forward.

The surgery itself went fine, but what would I know, I was asleep for it. The recovery on the other hand was a nightmare. The healing process required another set of hands, so my mom became my personal care attendant for the following months. She took the cleaning and packing instructions very seriously. She used to be a nurse’s aide back in the day. But a week post surgery I ended up having a pretty gnarly infection that landed me in emergency care.

Cheers To A New Phobia

They found some gauze packed deep enough that anyone doing post-op care couldn’t have known it was there. They actually left gauze in me that they were supposed to remove before I left my initial surgery. I was lucky that the infection didn’t progress into a worse state. They removed the packing after loading me up with dilaudid. I didn’t feel a thing, which was great! But I do now have a fear of having objects left inside me during surgery. Because, well, it happened.

The Anti-Fat Medical Bias Moment

Due to the infection, my recovery time was delayed and I had multiple follow up appointments. For the most part, people treated me with grace and dignity, knowing that the check up always involved such a vulnerable area. It was only at my last follow up appointment when I was faced with that moment; the inevitable anti-fat medical bias moment. The doctor reported that my wound was in much better condition, and I was free. As I shook his hand and made my way to the door, he stopped me. He pointed to a graphic on the wall detailing gastric bypass surgery. “Have you ever considered weight loss surgery? You’d be the perfect candidate. Truly, it would be so good for you, and not everyone qualifies. Let me send you home with some information!”

Unfortunately at the time, it was 2009 and I didn’t have someone like Aidy Bryant aka Annie in Shrill to model an appropriate, confident, and liberated response. Seventeen years of being the fat kid meant that I wasn’t new to anti-fat trauma. I was new to advocacy. I didn’t know what to say, or how to respond. In my head I thought, “the cyst wasn’t even related to my weight, though.”

Completely out of ideas on what to say, I sunk into myself and said “No I hadn’t…(considered it).” I took the pamphlets home with me and did just that, I considered it. I read every terrifying detail. I couldn’t help but feel like every positive outcome sounded like a lie. As if they couldn’t be obtained without surgery and severely altering my body, first. The consequences sounded like living in a body that was in much worse condition than the body I was currently in. I felt uneasy about it, so much so that I couldn’t move forward with it. I’m so thankful for that. But it took me nearly 10 years to find words for why I felt so uneasy about this interaction in the first place.

He framed the question in a way that made me actually feel special. He sounded like he was saying I would have the privilege of accessing this procedure. Me, having privilege because of my body? That was something I hadn’t heard before.

At the time, I felt all kinds of complicated emotions. I felt shame, mostly. How could I have been so naïve, trusting my previous doctor who assured me that the cyst was unrelated to weight. I felt embarrassed, like I’d been blissfully unaware of what everyone was truly thinking of me throughout the process. I remember too, feeling disturbed about the tone of the doctor that day. He framed the question in a way that made me actually feel special. He sounded like he was saying I would have the privilege of accessing this procedure. Me, having privilege because of my body? That was something I hadn’t heard before. And that’s what makes me feel the most uneasy about this.

It turns out, this magical surgery he was trying to sell, isn’t so magical at all. The side effects and risks of pursuing such a drastic surgery would be life-altering and lifelong. The benefits didn’t outweigh the cons for me back then, and I’ve since questioned where he got the idea that they would. He was promising a 17 year old of a more fulfilling life.

What kinds of assumptions had he made about my quality of life that day? And with the list of risks and side effects associated with weight loss surgery, what qualifies as a “more fulfilling life?” Who defines quality of life? Acid reflux, chronic nausea and vomiting, leakage, hernias, gallstones, malnutrition, perforated stomach and intestines, dumping syndrome, ulcers, blood clots, and weight gain or inability to lose weight are all risks and side effects of weight loss surgery. But hey, as long as my body is smaller for a while, right?

As a body liberationist in training I feel revolted by this whole interaction between the doctor and my teenage self. And I feel deeply saddened for the youth that I was, just trying to make it out of this experience in one piece. My heart sinks when I think about even taking the paperwork home and reading up on it.

No Safe Spaces

Looking back, I realize this moment was a turning point for me when accessing medical care. I learned through processing the experience that I couldn’t trust doctors to treat me holistically. They will always see me as a fat person with “an obesity problem.” Some doctors will see that as a challenge to overcome, others will dismiss me as not worth their time. It will always be about my weight. Whether I came in about a weight related health concern or not. Their spaces are not safe. I will be more guarded. I will be more prepared.

It’s both insidious and manipulative the way the medical industry so easily utilizes a guise of authority to push anti-fat procedures on vulnerable people. In some cases, these authorities push children into pursuing a surgery that would essentially amputate a properly working organ. For what? How often do doctors suggest this life-altering surgery to people who didn’t ask? This doctor saw a fat kid, healthy and ready to get back to life, and treated it as an opportunity. And that makes me absolutely sick.

I mentioned Aidy Bryant and Shrill earlier because the show is what led me to share this story. The final season included a scene where the main character, who is fat, goes to a routine medical appointment and has nearly the exact interaction that I had with my doctor over 10 years ago. The doctor presumed that the main character was unhappy with her weight and presented weight loss surgery as an option. She offered this suggestion completely out of context, without expressed desire from the patient to pursue anything related to weight loss. I shared this story because the examples in Shrill detailing the fat persons experience are anything but exaggerated. These are not hyperbolic examples. They are right on point and they happen every day. Every freaking day. To every single one of us fatties.

I’m thankful to Aidy Bryant, and the author of the original memoir, Lindy West, and everyone involved in this show for putting together something so unique that the world can see. I’ve never seen my everyday struggles as a fat person so accurately represented. The more we talk about anti-fat bias, share the impact, and demand better of the people mistreating us, the closer we are to structural and societal change. Fat people deserve access to healthcare free of anti-fat bias and shame. We deserve to trust that our healthcare providers see us as human beings. We deserve autonomy.
Even at J's tender age of 17, this doctor realized that J would never have the willpower to lose the weight on her own and that she would eventually end up a deathfat if something drastic wasn't done. Oh well. The doctor tried to save her. You can lead a deathfat to rationality but you cannot make them think ...
 

JuniperFalls

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He pointed to a graphic on the wall detailing gastric bypass surgery. “Have you ever considered weight loss surgery? You’d be the perfect candidate. Truly, it would be so good for you, and not everyone qualifies. Let me send you home with some information!” .... He framed the question in a way that made me actually feel special. He sounded like he was saying I would have the privilege of accessing this procedure. Me, having privilege because of my body? That was something I hadn’t heard before. ... What kinds of assumptions had he made about my quality of life that day?
Oh, for fucking fuck's sake. J needs to show this article to a reputable therapist, not a HAES enabler, because this is some seriously disordered thinking.

Imagine J's logic here applied to other forms of elective surgery. I know a woman who has needed glasses since she was a teenager. She's in her late 40s or early 50s now, so she started wearing glasses in the late 1980s or early 1990s, around the time LASIK eye-correction surgery first came out. She once told me that ever since she was in college, every time she had an eye exam the optometrist told her if she didn't want to wear glasses LASIK was an option. She'd be the perfect candidate because something about the shape of her eyeballs, the reason she needed glasses in the first place, was exactly the type of thing LASIK is supposed to fix.

But she never got it because at first it was far more expensive than several years' worth of eye glasses and exams, plus it was still a new procedure and she wasn't sure she trusted it. By the time prices came down and doctors got more experienced with the procedure, she still didn't bother because LASIK does nothing to help middle-aged people who need reading glasses.

So she never got LASIK surgery even after decades of eye doctors recommending it every time she visited them. She also never got offended and wrote angry rants about doctors being judgmental about her ability to see:

"He pointed to a graphic on the wall detailing laser surgery. "Have you considered LASIK? You’d be the perfect candidate. Truly, it would be so good for you, and not everyone qualifies. Let me send you home with some information!” .... He framed the question in a way that made me actually feel special. He sounded like he was saying I would have the privilege of accessing this procedure. Me, having privilege because of my eyesight? That was something I hadn’t heard before. ... What kinds of assumptions had he made about my quality of vision that day?"

Do you know why that woman who refused repeated offers of elective surgery did not respond the way J did?

Because she's not insane.
 

Swein Forkbeard

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J writes

“Completely out of ideas on what to say, I sunk into myself and said “No I hadn’t…(considered it).” I took the pamphlets home with me and did just that, I considered it. I read every terrifying detail. I couldn’t help but feel like every positive outcome sounded like a lie. As if they couldn’t be obtained without surgery and severely altering my body, first.”

I find it crazy how SJW FA types REEEE against weightloss surgery for being invasive, dangerous and life altering but praise similarly dangerous surgery when it involves giving a troon a stinkditch. And the joke is that WLS is literally lifesaving and stinkditchery isn’t.

in other news, who is surprised that J’s ass cyst healed badly? You’re putting 300lb of extra pressure on your ass every time you sit down (which is all the time), don’t be surprised when the surgery site won’t heal.
 

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