My roommates are the hammiest of the hams. So I'm a college student here in the states and my two roommates are the cookie-cutter tumblrina whales. I knew they were fat, and I knew they were all "body positive" and against "fat shaming", but I didn't know the extent of it until after a couple weeks after moving in. Guys, they're HUGE like, at least the size of the fat dancing lady on TLC. I honestly don't know how they get to and from campus (the apartment is roughly a half-mile from most of the academic buildings). There is a public transportation system here so maybe they take the bus, but I doubt they would fit through the door. Honestly, I feel like half the shit I see them do isn't even real--like it's some kind of elaborate nightmare. I thought (and hoped) that I would never encounter a crisco troll in real life but holy shit here's a list of a few things: They make cakes/cookies/pies/other dessert thing at least twice per week and they always run out of sweets. Literally an entire CAKE will be eaten by the two of them in a day or two.  I can hear them rummaging through the refrigerator/freezer/pantry at random intervals throughout the night. I'm a fairly light sleeper and my bedroom is near the kitchen so their lumpy sounding walking wakes me up, plus since they're literally starving they make no effort to be even a little quiet. I usually hear one of them around 11pm, then every couple hours for the rest of the night I can hear one (or both?) of them stuffing their fat faces. They have to bring a wagon/cart thing to carry their grocery load. The apartment is on the 6th floor, BUT WE HAVE GODDAMN ELEVATORS and holy shit if you can't even carry your bags to and from an elevator you have a goddamn problem. The cart they bring their groceries up in is big enough to fit AT LEAST 5 of me in it (I'm 5ft, 105lb female). Oh, speaking of groceries, they complain about the cost of food ALL THE TIME. I have no problem with covering groceries because I buy reasonable fucking food and not goddamn sugar meals. They also go out to eat or eat carry-out 3-4 times per week. I'm talking large pizzas (yes plural PIZZAS between 2 people in one sitting), wings, giant boxes of Chinese food, the whole nine yards. One night, I was walking out just in time to see Queen Crisco walking in with I SHIT YOU NOT two boxes of pizza, a bag of wings the size of my torso, and two big carry out boxes of Chinese. All containers were in the garbage the next morning. And no, they did not have a party. I was back in there about 10 minutes later and they were in their room with a movie on.  They complain about fat shaming. Just what. I run ~40 miles per week, I lift weights, and I eat healthy. They make the shittiest life choices and then blame people like me for their inability to get a boyfriend (I have a VERY attractive shitlord boyfriend that they have been introduced to), clothes not fitting them (UM HELLO YOU'RE THE SIZE OF FOUR NORMAL PEOPLE) etc.  I try to subtly shame them when I can. My boyfriend helps (love him). In the mornings we (bf and I) go to the campus gym to lift and he always makes sure to mention it when he meets up with me at my place, I mention running whenever I can and I'm not shy about walking around the apartment in by spandex shorts. I saw one roommate wearing a very similar outfit to one I own and I'm waiting for the weather to cool back down to show her how much better it looks on a normal fucking human. This school year has been loooong and it's not even halfway over.