***Trigger warning for the queasy! The pictures in this post might make you lose your lunch***
Have you heard about Donna Simpson, a 700 pound (or 600 pound, who’s able to keep track anymore?) beast, aspiring to break the world record by weighing a half a ton, setting up her own website where she collects donations to support herself? If you didn’t think you could make a career out of stuffing your face shamelessly like the fat ugly beast you are, think again. It’s been said that she devoured an entire 30,000 calorie Christmas dinner! Jesus christ. And to think, this woman has apparently been making $100,000 a year for this! Only in America, right?
It’s completely disgusting. If you pay something like $20 a month, you get access for premium membership on her site, whereby you’re able to look at all of her fat and revealing photos of her flab. It’s fucking sick. I can’t believe enough people pay to see that shit to allow her a comfortable income. If you haven’t understood this point in our blog yet already, this should emphasize why we need to open peoples’ eyes to end this kind of thing from being possible. It’s a travesty. People like this woman and others similar to her like Jill Filipovic need to be stopped for the sake of us all.
Read the article, some comments on it, and take a look at her website. She’s also a part of the whole fat acceptance movement rofl. I find this especially funny because what excuse does she have for being fat? She can’t pull the “it’s my genes!” card like all the fatties do because she’s actively trying to stuff her face every day to become 1000 pounds. Fuck you, Donna Simpson. You are sick and disgusting and will never be accepted. Your fat is an abomination to all of mankind; you represent the very worst of our species. You are selfish by carelessly committing genocide against an entire continent to support your idiotic goal. Maybe your goal should be to attain a BMI of 20, down from your current triple digit BMI. You’d probably hit the Guinness Book of World Records for losing the most weight. But oh wait, that’s too hard, wahhhh. The world would be better off if you were dead, you fat disgusting piece of shit.
Photoshopped? Lolwut? You mean to say the pictures I pulled straight from your Flickr account were photoshopped?
This is something fatties in denial will do. You show them unflattering pictures of themselves and point out their disgusting features, and they’ll all tell you it’s photoshopped. It’s pathetic. They’re too afraid to admit it and face the reality. None of it was photoshopped, and if you think it was, you’re a filthy fat apologist. You enable these fatties to go on about their business thinking “oh, I’m not fat because those pictures were photoshopped” when they’re not.
Still don’t believe me? This time I’ll just link to Flickr pictures. How about this one. You can see that she has a potbelly she’s hiding under those clothes and thighs that are thicker than an elephant’s. Don’t forget the big booty! She’s always showing off that food, her and any fatty’s most favorite thing in the whole world. Not to mention, it’s a great view of that ugly echidna-like face and nose of her’s, eww.
Now am I being a little unfair? I dunno, but she can sure chug it like a man, which is cool and what most any guy would desire in a female, but is perhaps where she got that potbelly of her’s (this is why you don’t date women who are heavy drinkers, men). She does have nice hair, which she uses to hide that fat ugly face of her’s (and speaking of photoshop, you only get that gleam in your eye from that program… hmm, you have much explaining to do Jill…).
See, I don’t need to photoshop any of Jill’s pictures to make my point, as I demonstrated here, and I have not done anything to those pictures. I took them straight from her Flickr account, as I have with the ones she claims I photoshopped – and this is assuming she hasn’t photoshopped her own pictures of herself! But I’m not trying to make it about that because her pictures are ugly enough even if she had photoshopped them to make herself look slightly more pleasing to her internet fandom. Jill, before you point fingers at everyone else to blame like I know you feminists love to do, maybe for once take responsibility for yourself. I didn’t make your body look fat in photoshop. You did, by overeating all the wrong foods, and it’s disgusting. You go around showing yourself off but ugh, no one wants to look at your fat ass Jill. So quit claiming we’re out to make you look fat because you look fat enough by yourself! I think the whole world would be much happier were you to lock yourself in your apartment and never show your fat self. You’d be doing us all a big favor. Until then…
You may have heard of her. She runs the blog Feministe. She’s a self-proclaimed feminist, and if that isn’t enough to indicate just how much of a dumb fucking cunt she is, her fat apologism ought to. I quote:
“Fat-hate hurts everyone, but it particularly hurts fat women. And it’s hurting fat women in very real ways — they’re poorer, less educated and less successful in the job market because of the culture of shame and judgment we’ve created around weight.”
I nearly shat myself in amusement reading that. Fat-hate hurts everyone? Maybe in the delusional minds of fat apologists, but it benefits the rest of society. Particularly women? Please, spare me this femtard bullshit; fat men and fat women are equally repulsive and worthless. Fat women are poorer, less educated, and less successful because of the shame of being fat? Thank god. This is exactly how it should be.
Every so often I peruse the fat apology blogs just for the lulz and Jill Filipovic is one of my favorites. Why? Because she’s a fat apologist who is fat, but pretends like she’s not but is too afraid to admit this because of her fear of offending the fatties. It’s so pathetic that I just can’t help it. If you read enough of her blog, you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about. Observe:
“And yet I’m the absolute worst when it comes to fat talk. Like many women I have a whole slew of body issues; my weight is always on my mind, and I feel like I’m in a constant battle with my body. I’ve started to make my peace with how I look, and I’ve started to accept the fact that I love physical activity and exercise, I love to eat (and I like to eat food that feels nourishing, clean and healthy), but my body is just a certain build and shape and I’m never going to be 5’10″ and 110 pounds. I can turn things I love — physical activity and food — into things I resent in order to be thinner, but it’s not worth it. I’ve done it, and it makes me unhappy. Deciding “I would rather be happy” sounds simple, but it’s psychologically challenging when for so long I associated happiness with thinness — as in, “I’ll be happy when I’m 20 pounds thinner.” I’m learning how to allow myself to be happy and not thin. It’s a process, though, and as I go through it I still find myself complaining to my friends about the way I look. I also have a group of friends who are mostly very thin — significantly thinner than I am. It can be very difficult to always feel like the “fattest” in the group. And when I spend time with women who are larger than I am, I also find myself feeling envious — of their curves or of the way clothes fit them or of their confidence or of whatever else they have that I don’t. I feel like I never measure up.”
I mean WTF is this shit? Rofl, she’s talking about happiness when she talks about fatness and being thin. Happiness? What, so you only want to be thin so you can indulge yourself, like the fatty who indulges herself with a milkshake? Yeah, this is the kind of shit I’m talking about.
Look at the picture of Jill at the top right of this post. Do you not see that giant gut of her’s? Her thighs are big chunks, not small cylinders like a healthy woman’s should be. Her entire upper body is thick, and by “thick” I mean repulsively large, not some “hot, curvy” type of meaning black women so love to use. We all know that “thick” and “curvy” are code words for morbidly obese.
The image of Jill on the left serves to reemphasize these disgusting features. You can see that it’s not just her thighs which are sized like an elephant’s, but her arms as well. She’s short and very pudgy – she’s about 5’2” and judging by her appearance weighs probably around 150 – 160 lbs. That’s a BMI of 29.3, which is very disgusting, it’s basically obese. Pair that with a fat nose and butt ugly face like an echidna’s, and totally red in a most ugly fashion, and she could give some of the fattest and ugliest a run for their money in the vomit inducing contest.
Back in the day, Jill used to be all the rage on AudoAdmit, a message board for law students that preserves the anonymity of its users. She apparently gained some notoriety because she modeled for her friend in a bikini (eww), which she shamelessly allowed to circulate the board. I suppose in her younger days she looked passable, but Jill’s almost 30 now and her old age has taken a toll on her appearance.
This is all why I love Jill so much. It’s fucking rich. She talks about how she deliberately seeks out some of the fattest and largest of her friends and puts herself next to them in public so she looks skinnier, and then goes back to her blog to apologize for it. It’s absolutely pathetic, why would you deny your innate human desire to be healthy, and furthermore, why on earth would you apologize for it? Jill, if you’re reading this, you should embrace it and not be ashamed to burn your excess fat so you can have a fit and attractive body like your sister. Fat apologism is so poisonous for this reason; it holds us back from being healthy. You should cut out all the vegan bullshit in your diet, abide by a diet as close to the natural one our bodies evolved on as much as possible by eating lots of juicy meat and fish, work out and build some muscle in it all, disassociate yourself from every elephant-woman you think is your friend, and then report back to your blog raving about how proud you are that you burned that disgusting fat and regained some semblance of your younger and better appearance.
But I know you won’t do that. It perplexes me why a woman wouldn’t wish to maximize her self-worth as much as possible by caring about her body and appearance. I don’t understand why she’d prefer to just let it all go, as if she’s too apathetic to care. This is why fat people are so offensive; their lack of concern about themselves and others is just plain disgusting. You’ll probably go on and on, Jill, ranting and bemoaning about the sexism and discrimination fat women rightfully face, but never doing a thing to lift a finger and improve your own individual self. And this is why you’re so amusing to me; you are a microcosm of every fat person alive, looking to blame everybody but themselves for their own obesity.
Before I make my first post on this blog, allow me to introduce myself. I am BitterHappiness and each week on Saturdays, I will make a post where I rant about fat people, fatness in general, or something related that just disgusts me or that I otherwise find ridiculous.
Let me start off with my hatred off fat people. Fuck. Just thinking about those worthless and disgusting pieces of lard makes me writhe in anger. Writing this post is extraordinarily difficult for me simply because I can’t do it for very long without having to worry about my blood pressure thanks to the despicable nature of the fat.
Why do I hate fat people so much? For one, I hate being around them. Not only are they notoriously displeasing to the eye to the point that whenever I see one I need to vomit, they take up a ridiculous amount of space. Ever taken the bus and had to sit next to the fat person who took up half your seat and then you have to sit on the edge of your seat very uncomfortably? Or on the plane? The thing that pisses me off even more about this is the fact that I had to pay the same price for the ride as that fat ass. Holy fuck do I wish it were legal to hack open these disgusting freaks’ stomachs and rip out all their lard, and then make them swallow it just so they’re aware of how fucking gross they all are.
They also stink. Yeah, some people in general stink, but fat people especially reek. Holy shit, I cannot stand to be around somebody fat for longer than 20 seconds. And yes, fat people do stink a lot more than a normal person – retaining all that fat makes them extra warm, which induces them to sweat a lot more. Pair that with their ugliness, watching their sickeningly thick thighs rub against each other (which creates friction, thus more sweat), and I don’t understand how anybody could be around such fat ass pieces of shit for very long.
Worse yet, you got their smug attitude. They have the mindset of a 3 year old, always “me, me, me!”, an atrocious entitlement complex. If you dare try to rightfully pin the blame of their problems on themselves, they act like you’re the idiot. What’s that? It’s everybody’s fault that you don’t have the willpower to resist eating cookies and milkshakes everyday? You’re fat because you have a genetic disorder that less than 1% of all the United States has, like the entire fat population, 33% of all of the United States, claim they do?
Simply put, if you are fat, fuck you. And I mean that. You have wronged me and everybody else in this society by being the disgusting piece of shit you are. Seriously. You might be shaking your head right now wondering how your being as repulsive and large as you are effects me or anybody else, but that’s typical of your selfish and self-indulgent nature. You care about nobody. You don’t even fucking care about yourself. You are worthless and you will never amount to anything. People like you are why our society fails, and you know what? If you died right now, probably of a heart attack or diabetic shock from being so fat, the world would be a far better place. If you’re thinking about suicide, then I implore you to do it. You are a horrible person.