If you're really fat as a kid it can permanently mess up your bones, too. If you're an adult who wants to make shitty life choices then whatever, but letting your kid be obese is on par with buying them cigarettes in my view.
In the next 20 years we’ll probably see a huge drop in population where a lot of people die young in their late 30s and early 40s. Except of it instead of being a plague like it would’ve been in the Middle Ages it’ll be from self-inflicted dietary habits.What concerns me the most is how this affects children.
You ever been at a school where half the kids are obese? It's scary. I don't know how many of them are too depressed to make an effort to lose weight while acknowledging that being obese sucks and how many are stuck in this thin privilege mentality, but I fear the world in the next 20 years will be a giant grease pit.
These arrogant chicks aren't helping anything.
In which a baby is subjected to Thin Privilege even though nobody said a damn thing about small, pretty babies.
What almost came across as a halfway sensible argument (babies do need nutrients and water, especially if they're sick) derailed into All About My Issues. Since I'm assuming the storyteller is also fat and is projecting her angst onto a fucking infant.
This is so fucking dumb. First. I can actually agree with TiTP on one thing. Dieting a baby unless they have some sort of health issue is stupid. There are people who will diet a baby because to them they look too fat. Depsite the fact that babies have that fat as a form of protection and growth. It's why diets for babies and toddlers under 2 years old are not recommended. It can totally fuck up their weight.
However, this person is also being dumb. Of course a baby is getting better treatment. They are the most vulnerable humans that exist. Even more than an adult who should be able to take care of themselves and not overeat.
I also just noticed that the baby is fat and has breathing issues. And somehow this went over their head?
>death fatGot another gem I kept meaning to post about! Fatty cries bullying and oppression when waitstaff fucks up her order and her less-fat-but-still-fat friends don't burn the restaurant down in her defense.
Because clearly it's better to die fat and happy than lose weight and be miserable! Who cares if your last few years are spent struggling to breathe and being unable to move after both your feet are amputated due to the diabetus!If you're calling yourself a "death fat", how do you not take that as a cue to change?
Got another gem I kept meaning to post about! Fatty cries bullying and oppression when waitstaff fucks up her order and her less-fat-but-still-fat friends don't burn the restaurant down in her defense.
Someday I hope we see a blog of stories told by the people these land whales have smeared, slandered, and attacked. Especially working-class customer service folks, because they have enough on their plate without oversensitive fatties shrieking at them.The way it actually happened:
The restaurant was busy as hell. The waitress was new, and harried and overworked, and was trying desperately to get to the end of the lunch rush. The more mistakes she made, the more the Deathstar Fat acted personally offended by said mistakes--and her friends grew increasingly embarrassed by her snotty behavior. The waitress ended up in the bathroom, crying.
The manager took over the table because it sure sounded like Deathstar Fat was a raging bitch, and that's where the story ends because Deathstar Fat, like others who tell these stories, is a coward when faced with anyone they can't push around.