Once a fat, always a fat? (A short story) I have a tale I'd like to share with you all. A tale I've been sitting on for a few years now, and until now had nowhere to share it. I've known some really shitty people in my life, all but two of which were hams.  But this one takes the cake, no pun intended. Warning; there's some creepy shit ahead. Essentially, I was friends with a tumblrina.  Morbidly obese (300+ lbs), it/itself/they/them/xe/xir pronouns, self-diagnosed, basically anything you associate with the ugly side of Tumblr she was a part of. Feminism, white privilege, manspreading/mansplaining, sexist air conditioning, you name it.  Physically she resembled a ripe wedge of Camembert cheese that had been cut open - a lot of gooey, runny folds. She rarely took body shots, I remember seeing one she had been tagged in and being shocked because until that point I had only ever seen pictures of her face.  And even then her face wasn't that pretty. Every picture she took either had her scrunching up her nose like a pug or was taken at an angle to make it look like she didn't have 2 chins and a moon face. Throw in some acne and greasy hair and you've got a good idea of what this cow looked like.  Before anyone asks why I was friends with her, she wasn't always a tumblrina.  I'll admit she was weird when I first met her, but more like a trying-too-hard weird.  Annoying but harmless, y'know? And yes, she was fat, but not yet 300+ pounds. It all went down the minute she joined Tumblr. She started self-diagnosing herself with all of these super obscure disorders, but by the end of our friendship had eventually decided that she was 'undeniably autistic'.  This became her excuse for everything. She would frequently bully and harass people if they didn't agree with her opinions, but if someone tried to call her out for it she would suddenly play victim and act like she had no control over her actions and shouldn't face consequences because muh diagnosis. And of course be right back at it the next day.  She even threw a huge tantrum when she went in to try and get professionally diagnosed and the doctors diagnosed her with the medical equivalent of 'you're not fooling anybody'. She spent the days leading up to the appointment praising doctors and practically bragging about how she would finally have 'proof' that she needed to be treated special and not held accountable for anything nasty that she might do or say. But as soon as the doctors didn't play along, she did what every obeast does. Claim that the doctors are mean and picking on her, they just don't understand, and then went on to genuinely imply that if you receive a professional diagnosis you're privileged.  She lives at home with her parents, which on it's own I have no problem with, but she also refused to get a job or help with chores or do anything that involved her getting off of her computer because she claimed she was too mentally fragile. Then somewhere along the line she developed what I can only describe as an obsession with wanting to be a little girl.  And let me stress to you this - she's an adult. She was an adult when I first met her, she's an adult now. She was an adult while doing all the shit that you're about to read.  She starts portraying herself as a little girl online, taking pictures using the myspace angle and using filters to make herself look younger and slimmer, calling herself a child/little/tiny/smol, ect.  And creepy as that is on it's own, it only gets worse. She suddenly had a rape fetish.  She starts drawing pictures of children being raped and mutilated, frequently talked about how she wanted someone to rape her and abuse her, drew pictures of 'herself' (meaning a tiny, thin, pre-pubescent version of herself) being raped and abused, or pictures of 'herself' being fucked by various animals. General freaky shit.  Then she started trying to get involved in fandoms intended for children, like going out of her way to be around little kids and trying to talk to them and make friends with them.  "I identify as a child, I want to be around people who think like me!"  At this point I'm thoroughly horrified and starting to pull away from her. Whatever creepy shit she's getting up to, I don't wanna be around her when she eventually gets in trouble for it.  People (understandably) started to get pretty upset with her.  She suddenly claimed that not only was she raped multiple times by multiple men who took advantage of her (in her own words)irresistible child-like naivete because literally all men are pedophiles deep down, but that her totally legit Autism™ was why she had a rape fetish. And therefore everything she was doing was totally okay, and anybody who disagreed or was upset with what she was doing (even if they were a rape survivor themselves) was a rape apologist.  I wish I was making this up, I really do. Eventually it was found out that she had lied about being raped (big shock there), lied about her diagnosis (even bigger shock), and she kind of disappeared from social media for a while when she realized nobody believed her anymore. I could be wrong but I think her mom ousted her for lying, or something like that. I was gone before then, so it was several years before I found out. Out of sheer curiosity I took a peek at her profile recently, and to my surprise she had actually lost weight. That being said, she's still a smallfat. You can see all the folds of loose skin from under her clothes, and big droopy bingo wingos sticking out from her shirt sleeves. On top of that I suspect that she hasn't lost as much weight as she would like to claim she has, it's starting to look more like she's gotten better at hiding her full girth with angles and doing things like stretching her neck out as far as it will go to hide a double chin. Or standing with her hands on her hips and pulling her loose stomach skin back. A part of me wondered if she had grown out of that immature tumblr bullshit, stopped self-diagnosing, stopped telling lies, stopped trying to be a creep around kids and all that. I wondered if maybe losing close to a human's worth in weight might have given her the clarity to see the wrong in what she had done.. .. and I was wrong. She still pretends to be autistic, still pretends to be a little girl online, still claims she was totally raped by lots of different men when she weighed as much as a baby beluga and looked like a greasy pile of porpoise hork, and OF COURSE - still refuses to get a job because she's Super Autistic™ now and that means she can only get a job being a freelance artist or a youtube celebrity. I wonder if she'll keep the weight off for good. She had been 'trying' to lose weight before, but 'try' for her meant walking to the mailbox and back and nothing else. She had had a stomach stapling kind of surgery before I met her, but apparently she stretched out her stomach less than a month after the surgery because she only stayed on the liquid-only diet for about a week before she started gorging herself again. And that, shitlords and shitladies, is the end of my tale. My first post, I hope it was an interesting read at the least.  I think I'm gonna go for a walk later, maybe bring a swimsuit and take a dip at the beach. The day is too nice to spend it inside.