I don't think they should.

Just imagine being at that wedding. The big blobs in their wedding dress and suit, their big fat families and friends, them having a big fat kiss, dripping grease and gravy down themselves during the evening buffet, getting all sweaty during the first dance and the bride getting swollen legs and having to go outside for some water and to "cool down".

Meanwhile you're just observing it all thinking "Why don't they just eat less?".

Then you're thinking "Ewwww gross they're going to have wedding s*x later" and that is incomprehensible to you because how can two such disgusting pigs a) find each other attractive and b) ever feel in the mood for s*x while looking like that?

Disgusting.

Also whenever I see photos of fats like this, the one thing that never fails to surprise me is just how much fabric it takes to make clothes that size.

Look at his jeans. That's like three pairs of normal jeans. And her massive top. How many slim people clothes could be made out of just her sleeves?

Fat fat fat.

/h/lit /h/fatpeoplehate crossover time!! !writecel !bookworms

Whole thing is hilarious, but I pulled some of the best bits for you.

I am a novelist and a fat person, and the feeling came again this past March when I saw several writer acquaintances sharing a list The Atlantic put together of 136 works that define the Great American Novel. But while the list highlighted characters of diverse races, ethnic backgrounds, gender identities, and sexualities, those with disabilities were virtually absent. And by my count just one of the selected novels was substantively about a fat person. In the introduction, the list's authors characterized their mission as selecting works that “accomplished ‘the task of painting the American soul.'” But what about the American body?

In Jonathan Franzen's Crossroads (2021), one of the central characters, Marion, is introduced as “the overweight person who was Marion.” “Sexually,” Franzen writes, “there was no angle from which a man on the street might catch a glimpse of her and be curious to see her from a different angle, no point of relief from what she and time had done to her.”

Andrea Long Chu has written about the fatphobia that pervades Ottessa Moshfesh's novels. Chu notes that “fat people—almost always women—are compared to ‘cows,' ‘hogs,' a ‘sack of apples,' a ‘clapping seal,' a ‘water bed.'”

Lauren Groff's Fates and Furies (2015) has two important fat characters (the main character's friend, Chollie, and his mother) and many unimportant ones; all are described in the language of repulsion. Chollie is introduced as “the fat boy” and described as “ridiculous.” When he looks at his own body, he sees a “belly the size of a six-month old baby glued to his midsection.” “Poor Muvva,” he thinks at one point, “So undone. So fat.” And later, he goes to “pick up the phone and call his fat hog of a mother.” A British “harridan” that the character dislikes has “fat thighs,” and a fellow passenger on a train, referred to as “the fat woman,” is described more like a substance than a person: “For hours, as the train rocked eastward, the fat woman in the corner gelatined in her sleep, and her lapdog sniffed the ear voluptuously, as if tasting it.”

And in Bonnie Garmus's Lessons in Chemistry (2022), the main character is sexually assaulted by a professor named Meyers who is described as “a big man—nearly 250 pounds—his strength a product of density, not fitness.” With few exceptions, such remarks serve no narrative purpose.

To read contemporary American fiction is to swim through a sea of fatphobia so normalized that it is almost never remarked upon in book reviews, and those who perpetuate it are awarded the National Book Award or become national bestsellers. When I encounter these fatphobic moments, I'm forced to make a choice: Will whatever insight into being human this novel might offer be worth the damage?

No one I spoke to had ever worked with a fat literary agent. One writer said that when she signed with her previous agent, the agent asked the writer her weight. “By the way, she said. ‘You aren't 200 pounds or something, are you, anything I'll need to hide?'”

During [my] book's promotion and release, I routinely received messages from readers and from the industry that my book was excellent but my body was flawed; that my body was at odds with my excellence. One man I'd known in my twenties sent me a D.M. congratulating me on the publication of my book but asking what had happened to my body. "You used to be so beautiful," he said. "Is it the book that made you gain so much weight or something else?"

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I wish this guy was absent

Foid gets divorced and in her despair becomes disgustingly obese and immobile. Vague woman disease "flare ups" make her extra obese.

Disgusting.

Our study suggests that there is indeed a weakly positive linear association between BMI and cup size among total hip arthroplasty patients. This effect was, however, more significant for height and weight, and there was no significant association between obese and non-obese groups with small versus large cup size implanted. We therefore conclude that clinically there is no significant relationship between obesity and acetabular bone size and that the “big bones” claim is indeed fallacious.

How in the frick were there so many people that saw this and nothing happened. Fat lesbo cult would be a cool band name yes?

hello, this is a guide for how to lose fat by masturbating

as we are on rdrama.net let's assume that your dick length is 30cm. Let's also assume that your forearm + hand weight is 3kg.and you stroke once per second.

that means that each stroke burns about 30cm * 9.81m/s^2 * 3kg = 8.8 joules or 530 joules per minute which is about 0.12 kcals, or half of what a push-up burns (!)

1kg of fat is about 7700 kcals. So in order to burn 1kg of fat, you can just goon for 44 days straight. I hope that helps!