Body Positivity is Fucking Stupid.

This post comes with a caveat: if you’re fat, you **WILL** be offended.

Body positivity is a fucking plague. There is a difference between someone who is curvy and thick or whatever, and fucking disgustingly fat. Fat is not beautiful. Because fat is unhealthy. And unhealthy is unattractive. When your heart is about to explode because the two entire chickens you ate are clogging your arteries, that has nothing to do with beauty. You are dying. You are literally fucking killing yourself, and you go and demand that someone accept you? No. FUCK you. You’re a fat ugly piece of human garbage and you should just go die so that someone doesn’t have to waste precious medical experience and a hospital bed trying to save your disgusting fucking gluttonous ass from inevitable death.

If you’re “thick” or whatever and you’re healthy, that’s fine. I don’t have anything against that. But these fucking huge people who **absolutely demand** to have their fat-fuck way of life normalized and accepted can go to hell. If they can fit through the burning gates that lead there. The devil might have to open up some kind of void portal to bring your fat fucking ass through the gates.

And don’t tell me that some people have a disease where they can’t help it. No. Fuck you. The body stores EXCESS fat from what you consume. Stop fucking consuming so goddamn much and it won’t store excess fat. Retard. It’s not rocket science. If there is some disease that causes you to gain weight like a fucking sponge soaking up fat.. then I don’t know about it and I would obviously exclude that specific scenario from my rant, and I wish that person(s) all the best of luck and prayers. That’s an abnormality and I’m not referring to that.

But most people can control their body weight. If I get annoyed with your big stupid fat fucking ass in a store, don’t get all pissed at me because you can clog the entire fucking aisle at Walmart simply by standing in it. When the electronic scooter you fat fucks ride around in strains and struggles to cart your boulder-like ass around, it’s time to stay home and consult a doctor. Not go buy all the rotisserie chickens from the deli, you fat walrus faced bitch..

If I hear one more low self-esteemed fucking dude say “She can have a tummy and still be yummy” then I’m going to lose my shit. Yummy to who? A fucking cannibal? Need enough meat for the winter Cannibal Harold? Go kidnap fat fucking Trisha over there with her shorts two sizes too small that says “Cutie” on the back, scrape off the dead skin cells on the part of her body she can’t reach in the shower, and roast that bitch for 6 months of pull-pork-fatass.

If you’re a fat piece of shit and you are upset that no one wants you, maybe go lose some fucking weight. Stop eating entire grocery stores. Eating disorders are treatable with professional help that the government of the US will fucking help you with. There is absolutely no excuse to call A&E and be a part of a stupid fucking show where you break a sweat trying to get out of bed in the morning, and eat 70 chickens a week.

You are your own worst enemy.