Fat people jokes

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Let's agree that most on here could stand to lose a few pounds (200 @ 5'9", unless you're all muscle...Just sayin'.) and really have no room(ha!) to talk. So, who's arguing about fat being unhealthy? NO ONE. And mostly poor people are fat? Now that's what we call ignorant, folks. I'll be enjoying mah mac 'n cheese, chicken nuggets and beer for dinner, thank ya.:)

I go away for 4 days for work and you all immediately accuse another user of being me? God this place exists in an intellectual vacuum. To clear up some things: I have been messing around, passing commands to Passenger to figure some stuff out on this site and issue a security bulletin to Sephiroth. Chill out guys. You'll see Cujo is in my friends list. I'm not Cujo and Cujo is not me. Nobody has any proof of this, just suspicions. Finally, just drop the fucking thread. The responses on here just prove people are existing in an intellectually dishonest vacuum.

Know what Reaper? I'm going to share a little something with you. Do you know the actor Wentworth Miller? He became an addict due to depression from his weight and bullying, except he didn't pick up alcohol or drugs. He tried to fill his depression with food. https://www.facebook.com/wentworthmilleractorwriter/posts/1713822728830662:0 "Today I found myself the subject of an Internet meme. Not for the first time. This one, however, stands out from the rest. In 2010, semi-retired from acting, I was keeping a low-profile for a number of reasons. First and foremost, I was suicidal. This is a subject I've since written about, spoken about, shared about. But at the time I suffered in silence. As so many do. The extent of my struggle known to very, very few. Ashamed and in pain, I considered myself damaged goods. And the voices in my head urged me down the path to self-destruction. Not for the first time. I've struggled with depression since childhood. It's a battle that's cost me time, opportunities, relationships, and a thousand sleepless nights. In 2010, at the lowest point in my adult life, I was looking everywhere for relief/comfort/distraction. And I turned to food. It could have been anything. Drugs. Alcohol. Sex. But eating became the one thing I could look forward to. Count on to get me through. There were stretches when the highlight of my week was a favorite meal and a new episode of TOP CHEF. Sometimes that was enough. Had to be. And I put on weight. Big f--king deal. One day, out for a hike in Los Angeles with a friend, we crossed paths with a film crew shooting a reality show. Unbeknownst to me, paparazzi were circling. They took my picture, and the photos were published alongside images of me from another time in my career. "Hunk To Chunk." "Fit To Flab." Etc. My mother has one of those "friends" who's always the first to bring you bad news. They clipped one of these articles from a popular national magazine and mailed it to her. She called me, concerned. In 2010, fighting for my mental health, it was the last thing I needed. Long story short, I survived. So do those pictures. I'm glad. Now, when I see that image of me in my red t-shirt, a rare smile on my face, I am reminded of my struggle. My endurance and my perseverance in the face of all kinds of demons. Some within. Some without. Like a dandelion up through the pavement, I persist. Anyway. Still. Despite. The first time I saw this meme pop up in my social media feed, I have to admit, it hurt to breathe. But as with everything in life, I get to assign meaning. And the meaning I assign to this/my image is Strength. Healing. Forgiveness. Of myself and others. If you or someone you know is struggling, help is available. Reach out. Text. Send an email. Pick up the phone. Someone cares. They're waiting to hear from you. Much love. - W.M. ‪#‎koalas‬ ‪#‎inneractivist‬ ‪#‎prisonbroken‬ www.afsp.org www.suicidepreventionlifeline.org www.activeminds.org www.thetrevorproject.org www.iasp.info www.facebook.com/notes/wentworth-miller/flour-or-wheat/1653559881523614" Go ahead and read through that, then maybe you'll realize how much of an asshole you've been. Bullying is not, "education".

You can call to question a person's life choices and point out that it's unhealthy without being a dick about it. There is a clear difference between: "Hey man, you're putting on weight and I think it's not healthy. You should eat better." And just saying some fat joke made to do nothing more than take someone who might already be feeling shit and make them feel worse. I mean for fucks sake people even do this shit at the gym. And I just think... https://randomactsofsnark.files.wordpress.com/2016/03/mfwfatshamingseptember_766dae_5286261.jpg It's pretty simple, the people who actually offer helping hands are trying to help. The people cracking jokes and talking shit aren't trying to help. They just want to be assholes to an "appropriate" target.

Without fat we wouldn't have healthy (chubby) chicks...then there would be less hot women. Thank god for a bit of fat. Though im trying to lose some weight myself ironic.