Shitlording: A Perspective From the Receiving End As a former fatty (ew) I can unfortunately recall my fat days all too vividly. (I can't imagine anything more motivating than knowing what kind of living hell I could revert to if I'm not meticulous about maintaining my 18 BMI.) One thing I can tell you is that shitlording rarely works overnight and 9/10 times it will go right over the fatty's head, or the fatty will filter what it hears through a thick wall of denial. That's what happens when you grow mounds of fat all over your body -- that forehead fupa not only makes you look like a Neaderthal, it makes you retarded as well. That's not to say that you should give up on shitlording; in fact, the opposite: because it takes so long to penetrate the clogged up piggy brains, you have to keep doing it over and over before it finally begins to sink in. Like it did to me over the years as the weight piled on. Here are a few examples of the times I remember being shitlorded, and why it didn't work right away. -- One summer my sister* and I decided to go swimming at my local public pool. (I wasn't in a bathing suit, just shorts (ew) and a tank (ew) to sunbathe in (ew).) This pool is surrounded by a chain link fence that is accessible to anyone walking around the park surrounding the pool. On this day, we were spreading out our towels and and putting on sunscreen when two teenage boys approached the fence. They started oinking and saying "mooOOO" and jeering. I knew they were targeting us but I just ignored them and said to myself, "If we weren't fat they would just pick something else to make fun of us for, they're just little brats. And I have other tons of great qualities that they just can't see. For all they know I could be on a diet and have already lost 50 lb. and am still losing (but I wasn't -- wtf was the point of this reasoning?)". It honestly didn't bother me at all, and caused zero shame and zero introspection on my part. -- So not only that, but a few days later I was talking to a (trim) co-worker and she said she was going swimming that weekend but she wasn't confident about wearing a bikini. I told her I had recently been swimming and  saw women of all sizes in all sorts of bathing suits and that she had nothing to worry about. I said, "Those heavier women who still wear bathing suits really inspire me!". She looked vaguely disdainful and said, "Really? What do you mean?". I said, "They're so brave to be comfortable wearing their suits in public even though they're larger!". (Here I was referring to women who were fatter than me, because I mentally drew the line at my own personal size when it came to categorizing people as "pudgy" and "huge" -- a line that constantly inched upward as I piled on the pounds.)  She murmured, "Hmm, I guess.", but kind of frowned as she did it. This time it didn't totally go over my head, because I vaguely sensed that she disapproved of what I was saying and definitely didn't agree with it, but we were co-workers and she was probably just trying not to rock the boat. However I respected this woman and it did make me pause to think about what I was saying and whether it was really as "inspiring" as I thought it was. -- Another time I was telling my (trim) boss that I had to have surgery and would need a couple of days off work. It was gall bladder surgery to correct a problem caused by my weight of course. I was blathering on about intending to lose weight after the surgery but that I would have to be careful because of starvation mode. (cringe) She said, "Excuse me, starvation mode? What's that?". I confidently explained that if I wasn't careful I would confuse my body into thinking that food was running out and it would start to hoard every bite I took to protect me from suffering from malnutrition, and that then it would be even more difficult to lose weight. (My head exploded just typing that.) She must have been speechless because she literally just stared at me without blinking and didn't say a word. At first I was confused because I thought maybe she was having an absence seizure, but finally she said, "I... don't think that happens." and her expression was one of utter exasperation. I quickly shrugged it off, but cringed inwardly. I felt like an idiot and I mentally replayed what I had said. Suddenly to my ears, it sounded ridiculous. I felt embarrassed that I had just spouted off rhetoric I had heard without ever once examining critically to someone who obviously knew it was complete horse shit. And suddenly I did too. There are other examples of times I can look back on and see clearly what I missed seeing when I was befuddled by fat. It may have taken multiple attempts, but it finally paid off and got me to put down the fucking fork and learn about CICO. I now practice my own shitlording because in my opinion there is no more effective tool to penetrate the mind of a fatty, even if it is a very blunt tool that takes time, patience, and endless repitition before it succeeds. *The sister in this story is the same one who died last year at the ripe old age of 44. At the time of this story she was "only" a moon but by the time the obesity killed her she was a planet.