Hypocrisy - a mini rant Hi folks! Long time lurker and gotta say, I love this subvoat, it's so cathartic! And makes me feel like I'm not the only slim person drowning in a sea of lard and weak willed huffalumps. (Before I continue, 2 things. One, any fatties reading this, be warned, I kind of lost it by the end and really laid into your disgusting subspecies, I dunno if your layers and layers of adipose tissue will protect you from some of my more cutting comments, but i don't particularly care. Two, I do talk about anorexia. Anyone who is sensitive to discussion about anorexia or anorexia coupled with bulimia, please be advised that I do get descriptive at one point further down. I wanted to give some fair warning, as I know it can be a very distressing subject.) I was inspired to post after seeing another user's (AVR_King) link about a binge eating 'bulimic' blob, https://voat.co/v/fatpeoplehate/1555663. While reading the horrendous blob's story about accepting who she is and how nobody ever thought she had an ED, I was struck by the fatty's disgusting dismissal of slim people with EDs.  It blubbered: 'Because I wasn’t a bag of bones, people had no idea what I was going through.'  I find it bitterly ironic that these fatties REEE bloody murder and fat shaming, HAES Bulls**t if anyone says anything about their bodies, yet they have NO issue skinny shaming or making light of serious illnesses that can be life long afflictions even if the person with the ED gets helps and support and doesn't die due to complications stemming from their eating disorder! Apparently dismissing people with life threatening illnesses like anorexia, bulimia (or a vicious cycle between the two), as 'a bag of bones' is okay? Why do people think it's alright to use degrading terminology like that about a person with an actual eating disorder?  The thought for me was that It has no issue 'tee heeing' about slim or underweight people being 'bags of bones', yet I imagine that if a slim lord or lady or a normal sized person with hypertension or a family history of heart issues was to say 'Because I wasn't a tub of lard, people had no idea what I was going through', a pod of landwales would descend en mass (not like literal mass, cause like, look at them. Jesus.There's no way they can descend anything), REEEing about how unfair and cruel such comments were.  It just beggars belief that there's such a double standard. Its obnoxious comments got under my skin as my best friend actually does has anorexia and was in hospital from June until December. Her potassium levels were below 3, she was hours away from having a heart attack when she received proper assistance. Prior to being hospitalised, I watched my friend dip from very underweight (and she has always been honest with me about her condition, and when she would also binge and purge), to being so underweight with so little food and liquids in her system that her memory was impaired, that her hand eye co-ordination was off, that she hair was snapping, her skin peeling in rivets and her nails brittle.  I have watched a person I love dearly all but fade away in front of me, smoke 20 cigarettes and alternate between black coffee (3 shot minimum) and matcha green tea (with 2 extra servings of powder!), to suppress her appetite while she stomach audibly screamed, and listened to her repeat the same opening to a story multiple times because she simply didn't have enough fat in her body to ensure proper brain functioning before she loses her train of thought and starts all the way from the beginning,  I have wrapped her up in my jumpers and given her my coat as a blanket as she shook violently from the cold and her lips went blue from the smallest bit of exposure to a cold breeze. I have listened to her dry and rasped voice from the feeding tube they had to force down her throat into her stomach as she was too weak to eat normally. I have heard the pain, physical and emotional in her voice and not been able to come and hold her because she wasn't allowed non family visitors at first. I have had to physically support my friend, catch her when she fell over because her legs were too weak to support her, and I had had to brace myself for over 3 months (June to late August), that there was a very strong possibility I would get a call from her sister saying she didn't make it, that her heart or her other organs shut down from years of starvation, malnutrition and extreme over-exercising.  She's out now but she might never fully recover, psychologically or physically speaking, the habits are ingrained, and the physiological damage might already be done.  So to read some fat c**t's comment that no one realised she had an ED (Ndos more than likely!), because she wasn't a 'bag of bones' like my best friend made my blood boil. I HATE these stupid obnoxious narcissistic hams and the way they try to appropriate conditions that they don't have, that they know nothing about. I HATE that they think it's okay to refer to someone with an actual serious eating disorder as a bag of bones, with no thought of what that person is struggling with, and the effects that their ED has on their family and loved ones. I HATE that they think it's okay to say these things, and that (rag) magazines and papers publish their drivel. I HATE the HAES movement, I HATE the REEEing, I HATE the victim-but-survivor mentality, the self-entitlement, the way society applauds every whinge and somewhat coherent sentence that spews out of these fat fucks' mouths (along with bits of rashers and crisps and got knows what else), I hate that the media is catering to these fat fucks, that doctors are told they are abusive and 'size-ist' for telling someone grossly overweight to lose weight for their health, I HATE buzzfeed's bullshit, Fablethics' poor PR girls having to be polite to these whining tubs of lard and foulness, I HATE that a real UK size 8 has now become a 'small UK size 6' and all the other bullshit vanity sizing carry on, and more than anything I HATE the fact that everyone with some shred of self respect has to fork out our own money to pay for these fat fucks' medical care, whilst my friend's treatment centre closes next month due to financial constraints. I HATE fat people!  I hate them so much. They have no idea of the shit they do, the space they take up and the harm they inflict on others with their lies and self-obsessed malarky.  Fuck fat people. Fuck them into a fire. I honestly don't care if that means losing 18% of the world's population according to WHO, the reduction of carbon footprints would be astronomical (think of all of the fuel airlines will save, the reduction in the breeding and slaughtering of farm animals and the marked reduction in waste with no one drinking 6 litres of fizzy drinks a day!). Unless you have a legitimate condition that results in swelling or certain weight gain, fuck off. You are horrible and your attempts to garner sympathy distract people from actual issues.  Thank you.  I really needed to get that out. EDIT: fixed some typos. They were annoying me.