How I became a shitlady pt 2 See part 1 and part 3 here. Once upon a time, I knew a fatshionable fattie.  She was close to my height, which makes the fact that she was overweight even more impressive.  Her fatshion was spot on.  She was as classy as a planet could be; no crop tops or miniskirts.  But when I commented that I liked certain shirt or certain shoes she would snidely tell me that "they" didn't make it in my size (Spoiler, they do, I just don't spend that much on one garment).  She also reveled in telling others that she found great joy in telling me I couldn't wear her clothes because I was thin. Except once I realized I could mimic her fashion sense and get more attention, I did so.  And I rocked it.  I could wear riding boots and skinny jeans.  She couldn't (large calves, jeggings).  I could wear a loose t-shirt with a necklace and I didn't look like I was attempting to hide belly rolls.  Hey I could even wear skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt and look fab. I begin subtly shitlording at this time, before even knowing that was a thing.  This friend unconsciously encouraged me to wear shorter shorts and tighter tops.  Not to be immodest or skanky, but just because they looked that much better on me and I could feel the resentment when we socialized.  Eventually she begin mimicking my style like I was hers, wearing oversized tees and leggings.  Except I still looked better and we both knew it. Then she began commenting on my diet.  I'd be eating salad or veggie stir fry and she'd comment on how bad it smelled, or how I didn't need the salad.  I love munching carrots; she hated carrots and let me know often.  Sometimes I'd splurge and eat three fast food bean burritos and she'd make some snide comment about "where they went"  except that'd be all I'd eaten all day.  We'd plan a lunch date and I'd eat accordingly to what I was going to have (ie coffee and an apple for breakfast, no lunch, or coffee for breakfast and carrots for lunch) so I could get steak and potatoes.  Judgemental comments abound on how I could "eat like her" and "look like me" abounded. My shitlording kicked up a notch.  I'd eat more than she'd eat in one sitting (and feel horrid, but competition is my jam), and then when we parted ways, I'd count the calories I'd consumed and plan my meals for the rest of the day around what I'd eaten (apples for dinner for days).  She eventually got to the point where she'd tell everybody that she and I ate the same, but I was thin because I had good genetics.  I liked to comment back when she made these comments, that I walked everywhere, and that I work out pretty often.  I don't even understand how anybody could brag about me not being able to wear fatshion or that we were eating the same thing when obviously we weren't.  But yeah.  I was a fledgling shitlady. sniff sniff So young, so beautiful. :') Do these belong in FPStories or some various other sub?  I don't want to be pluggin' up the arteries of FPH with non-relevant material?