I was buying food for a party, so I had chips and sodas in my cart at the grocery store but some skinny lady didn't approve. She literally started taking things out of my cart telling me how I don't need all that fat and sugar. Like, right out of my cart, who does that?! I don't even like potato chips, fwiw.
Holy based. I think we have all been tempted to do that before
Being denied treatment of my eating disorder initially because I'm “too fat” for my diagnosis.
You don't need very expensive psychiatric treatment for a crash diet.
I lost about 50lbs and treated myself to a cute workout outfit. The very first time I went out for a jog, a pickup truck full of guys mooed at me, and then threw a milkshake on me. It was on of the most devastating, humiliating moments of my life.
Like for real, if that's the most devastating moo-ment of your life you have been very coddled
Was asked to say my weight/get on scales when selecting skis first time ever. Was embarrassed in front of a line of super fit buttholes.
I hope it was like a carnival where they try to guess the weight first
This is really also a moid L since she apparently had a bodybuilder boyfriend
Had a really good business year and decided to treat myself to my most extravagant clothing wish ever — a pair of custom made vegan cowboy boots. Emailed the maker and said “hey I have wide calves is this a problem” and she said no, no problem at all, just send your measurements. Waited months to get the boots and couldn't get my calf in them. Measured them and they were a full inch smaller than my measurements. She apologized, said she'd fix it — shipped them back, waited another eight weeks, got them — still didn't fit over my calves. At this point I asked for a refund and she said no, no, just send them back and let me fix them. I did and they finally fit but I never wear them because they make me feel shitty. I can't look at them without feeling bad about my calves! I wish I'd just insisted on the refund.
How many cows were killed to make one pair of boots which fit her enormous cankles?
Not being able to fit In Texas Roadhouse booths. It traumatized me so much I literally refuse to sit at a booth now.
As a burger, I can let the leafs and europoors here know that this is a major feat given the size of an average chain restaurant patron
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Nah seriously that's messed up.
If I saw that happen I would of beat up those guys so badly that the doctors would be throwing up in the exam room and the cops would be trying to figure out what type of weapon causes a 20 inch tear in the rectum (buzz saw tied to my peepee).
Afterward, the lady would probably develop ptsd from seeing such a terrible butt whooping, and probably kill herself.
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