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#cw fat shaming
pamgkrthwrites · 9 months
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Imagine being Pro Hero Bakugou’s wife and falling pregnant. Neither of you want the world to know yet so you start wearing baggy clothes and going out less. But then some journalists calls you fat in one of his newest articles.
The next day, the public learns about how Bakugou tracked down the journalist, went to his office and beat the guy up. His PR team end up forcing you two to come out about you being pregnant and that’s why Bakugou was so mad.
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hentyehottie · 11 months
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chileee what is up with me & angst 😭 I was able to salvage this from my notes so I thought why not post it lol probably my first and last aot piece cause idk how to write them fr 😭 & sorry to the Reiner loves cause I wrote him so mean 😭
cw: fat shaming, fat phobia, best friend Eren, ex-boyfriend Reiner, mention of cheating, verbal abuse, mention of k!lling, friends to lovers, one sided pining, sorry if I missed anything!
Word count is undetermined but it’s not that long.
Eren hasn’t said a word to you since you arrived at his apartment, puffy eyed and soaking wet from the rain, just stepped out of the way and allowed you to walk in. 
You didn’t blame him, it’d been quite a while since the two of you had last spoken. Two or three weeks maybe, you couldn’t remember. It was difficult keeping track of time when your mind was slowly but surely shutting down. Either way it made you feel like shit. 
You wanted to to sit and talk to him but your first priority was getting out of those wet clothes. You went straight to his bedroom, closing yourself in the en-suite.
You let the shower run for a little bit, fogging up the room and hopefully drowning out your sorrow as you sit on the covered toilet, aimlessly scrolling. You checked the notifications on your phone, tapping around until you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice projecting from the speakers. 
“Baby, just come back home. Please, let’s just talk about it.” “Hear me out, Y/N. I’m sorry okay, just come back.”
The way he was pleading you’d think he actually gave a damn about you.
“Come on Y/N,” There’s a short pause and a deep sigh. You know it’s coming. You hear the change in his tone, that false compassion and empathy has withered away. “Let’s face it, Y/N. Nobody’s gonna want you but me. Nobody’s into fat bitches. You’re lucky your face is cute. Nothing but a pretty face and a hole to fuck. Or should I say holes? I’m sure a slut like you takes it up the ass too-.”
Globs of hot tears ran down your face, budding at your chin and pooling on the screen of your phone. You deleted the nasty voice message Reiner left, only thirteen seconds into the minute and twelve second voice message, his harsh words breaking your heart all over again. 
The wound was still fresh and he did nothing but cut you deeper. Why was he like that???
Blocking his number so you wouldn’t receive anymore, you were ready to be done with this shit. Ready to heal from Reiner and all the bullshit he‘s put you through.
After your eyes are cried out and your skin is parched from the piping hot water, you finally exit. 
You didn’t leave with anything except your purse, phone and the clothes on your back, so you’re more than grateful to see a white tshirt and a towel on Eren’s bed waiting for you. The shirt was a little tight on your arms and the hem ended right at the cusp of your butt but it was better than nothing. 
The California King in his bedroom looked freshly made, plush and inviting, but you’d spent far too many nights alone in an empty bed while your so-called partner occupied another. You should’ve known that’s how it’d be when you decided to get yourself into a domesticated situationship with a narcissistic cheater.
You opted for the couch, where Eren was also sitting. He’s munching on a bowl of cereal watching some crime documentary. The atmosphere is dull, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be.
“Hey!”
He didn’t bother feigning the same excitement, sending nothing but a head nod you’re way but you’re still grateful to get something out of him.
Maybe he was annoyed, which he had every right to be. It was late as hell, around three in the morning, and you honestly felt a little bad. Showing up out of the blue and forcing him to share his space. 
“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, there were no rooms available anywhere.”
He ignored you, you figured he would. He hasn’t said much since you’ve been there. He’s treating you as if you’re a stranger, almost.
Unfortunately the documentary has lost all of his interest, he figured out the wife was the killer all along and there’s no reason to keep watching. 
Now he’s stretching out, manspreading if you will, with his legs cocked open. He’s sporting that same bored look, except now he’s on his phone watching TikTok’s with his volume obnoxiously loud.
Honestly, he didn’t even touch this app unless he was watching the shit ton of videos you sent him at some manic hour of the night. But right now he needed something to distract him. To distract him from everything only you made him feel.
“I get paid Friday, I can send you something once it’s deposited, my money lookin kinda funny right now so...” 
You’d spent close to your last getting an Uber to Eren’s. You weren’t sure why you even decided to come to Eren’s. Your parents lived in the same city and they probably would’ve been more welcoming than he was being right about now. 
“When have I ever asked you to pay me back for anything y/n?” 
His tone isn’t cold or mean, but indifferent. Like he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t. 
The tension is almost tangible, thick and suffocating.
“I know, but-“ You cut yourself off, stumbling over your words. Your throat is scratchy and your mouth dry. You didn’t know exactly what to say to mend things between you and your bestfriend. 
You hoped to pick up the pieces. Pickup where you left off like the two of y’all always did. But this here just showed how dumb and deluded you really were.
“I’m sorry…you were right.” You feel ashamed. Embarrassed even.
You can feel him staring at you, so you keep your eyes glued to your hands in your lap, twirling your thumbs in hopes to make amends. 
“What are you talking about, y/n?” You can feel his gaze boring into you.
“About Reiner…and every-everything else really. We not getting back together, forreal this time, I can’t.”
He was right about everything. Reiner was an immature asshole. You trusted his smooth talking, pretty smile and it backfired horrendously. 
Reiner was verbally abusive, insecure and mean, and he projected it without a care. Tore you down every chance he got, belittling you until you were almost an empty shell of your former self. 
On top of that, he was insensitive as hell, bullied you worse than any of those middle and high school nobodies you no longer remembered.
He’d probably use his last breath to lie, just because. If you were blind he’d tell you the sun was blue and the sky was yellow, for no reason whatsoever other than to be a dick. 
All of this Eren warned you about, but you just had to go and see for yourself. You fell for the first boy to show interest in you. The first to give you attention and affection. The first one who wasn’t looking to ‘try it out’ with a fat girl or looked at you like some pity case. 
So you thought. 
“You’ve said that before.”
“I know! But I mean it this time, and I’m so sorry for ghosting you and lying a-and putting him first before our friendship cause..I know you wouldn’t do that to me and I’m such an awful person-.”
Your sniffles turned into sobs, deep sobs that shook your entire body against his when he finally went against his stubborn ways and pulled you into a hug. 
You sound sincere, but Eren doesn’t know if he believes you. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time you lied to him about getting back with Reiner.
He wanted to tell you off. Scold you and yell at you for abandoning him. For giving him your ass to kiss cus you thought you were in love, only to come crawling back asking him to pick up the fucking pieces, again.
“I should’ve listened to you.”
Words muffled into his chest but he heard you. 
“You should’ve.” He doesn’t mean to sound condescending but it’s true. “I don’t like seeing you cry.” 
His voice startled you a little bit, velvety and deep, chest rumbling as he still had you pressed up against his frame. The aloof facade cracking with each sob. 
“I’ll handle it.”
He’d handle it. Handle him. 
His arms embraced you tighter. One holding you against him while the other ran down your back, over your thigh then back up again as he allowed you to bawl your eyes out.
“I hate when you talk like that Ren,” You leaned back to look at him. “You know I don’t like unnecessary viole-.” 
He grabs your face mid sentence, squishing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty as you stared back at him. 
“How’s it unnecessary when my princess is sitting here with tears running down her pretty ass face?”
It slipped but he made no attempt to correct it.
His princess. He’d always called you a princess, especially when y’all were younger. He found it very intriguing how spoiled you were, especially by the men in your life. Dad, uncles, even Eren himself. 
He remembers saving up his little paychecks from working part time to spoil you as well, buying you little trinkets and gifts you probably didn’t even have anymore. 
Nothing was unnecessary when it came to his princess. He’d die for you. Kill for you, even. You were the light of his dim life. Why wouldn’t you just realize it?
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One of the most insidious things the oversimplified and verifiably false "calories in, calories out" narrative has created is an entire population of people that think fat people's only downfall is eating too much, and a bunch of fat people which are afraid to eat enough to properly fuel their bodies. Larger bodies require more energy to survive. Fat people literally require more energy at baseline to function properly than skinny people do. My energy needs as a 380 lb person are almost more than double those of a person who's my height and weighs 180 lbs. And that calculation (which is one of the more accurate calculations we have despite still using the in/out model) is assuming I'm trying to LOSE weight. And yet, society at large shames fat people for eating at all, let alone eating enough to receive proper nutrition.
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Lizzo being accused of fat shaming her dancers seems about right for celebrity culture, still absolutely vile though
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(Mirabel recording herself and Camilo with a tenor saxophone)
Mirabel: Following fat people.
(Mirabel records Camilo playing the "Coin Room Theme" from Super Mario Land behind Felix in the kitchen)
Felix: WOULD YOU STOP THAT!? PLEASE! STOP! I'M GETTING MAMI IN THREE SECONDS!
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bionicbabe0101 · 10 months
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Not sure who needs to hear this but obesity medicine is bullshit. It’s based on an arbitrary metric that was developed using white men as the ‘standard’, and the flawed principle that there is somehow an ideal weight for optimal health that can be applied to everyone.
Like the rest of the US healthcare system, it’s designed to make money, not help people actually achieve better health outcomes or access quality care. Weight loss is a billion dollar industry, and everyone wants a piece of that pie (and then they want to shame YOU for enjoying actual pie).
I’m sure there are healthcare professionals on this site who will vehemently disagree with me. I do work in healthcare in the public health sector and while I would not claim to be an expert, I am pursuing my masters and have reviewed many studies at this point about linking weight to wellness and they are just…flawed, frankly.
Please be mindful of the pervasive effects of fat phobia, and do not let the medical industry off the hook for their participation in it. Special shout out to folks with disabilities who have been told that all they need to do is lose weight and then alllll their medical problems will just magically disappear. Ok, Dr. Karen, I just lost 30 lbs in 8 months and you’re thrilled, but you somehow missed the fact that it’s because the inflammation in my guts is out of control and I’m so anemic and vitamin deficient that my rheumatologist is freaking out…but I’m glad I lowered my BMI? 😑
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fraulein-nietshe · 3 months
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Burlesque is just for girls who are too fat to be strippers LOL
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dilf-in-peril · 1 year
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Today on wrestling twitter Jericho fans are fat shaming a (self identified) fat guy who expressed his excitement to see "two great big fat guys" (Keith Lee and Chris Jericho) wrestling, all of this because Jericho himself accused his *fan* of fat shaming him like a sniveling little rat. I hate it here.
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arconinternet · 1 year
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You're In the Picture, Episodes 1 and... Not 1 (Videos, 1961)
Jackie Gleason presents the worst game show in history. The second episode consists entirely of a post-mortem of, and apology for, the first. You can watch both here.
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forget-the-feeling · 1 year
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I just want to be able to exist without judgement
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babbittybabbittart · 1 year
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*gorgeous girl voice* get a load of this fucking moron
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transmorolians · 9 months
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a few days ago my mother commented on my wearing my jeans a certain way that made all my fat just puff out like a mushroom cap. she said, "you're brave."
even now that comment makes me so mad whenever i think about it. maybe it's the patronising tone. maybe it's the implication that i haven't already shown how brave i am numerous times. maybe it's the pure unadulterated ignorance that makes up all of those things, that she had to say, "you're brave" in that way when i survived some awful, awful things. that, to this day, i am still surviving some awful, awful things. and she had to say, "you're brave" in such a patronising tone. as if she didn't let others put me through horrible things and expect i came out fine.
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Every couple of months someone tweets some stupid shit like this and get absolutely ratio'd into oblivion and I love to see it every time
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agardenandlibrary · 1 year
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"And she can outride and outwalk anyone I ever knew. She was born to be a caravan master."
I glanced dubiously at her comfortably round form. She saw the look.
Eldrie, honestly, fuck you.
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(Mirabel is recording herself with Camilo holding a tenor saxophone in the town square)
Mirabel: Following fat people.
Camilo: Part two!
(Cuts to Osvaldo shopping in the town square as Camilo follows him playing the "Coin Room Theme" from Super Mario Land as Mirabel continues recording.)
Osvaldo: ALRIGHT! ENOUGH! STOP IT!
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oracleofmania · 2 years
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Sometimes I question the books that my college professors select. So I'm reading a book and the FIRST EXPLICITLY FAT CHARACTER is immediately depicted as having constipation and being a NEET. Then the chapter goes on to have him tell his mother, whom jokes about his weight and installed a mirror next to his mini-fridge, that her jokes make him want to get fatter, so fat that he will die and need a crane. Chapter ends with him shitting himself
I am but a sullen wanderer forced to endure the bile of my fellow primates.
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