[From “In defense of fat-shaming”]

Doctors are the Literally Hitlers of the fat acceptance movement and the fats expect special treatment over other groups who are committing gradual suicide as a result of their disgusting lifestyles. But instead of Joe Biden’s politically weaponized CDC ensuring that fatties don’t sink our economy when the next virus from China hits, the organization has instead decided to tuck the obesity stuff away and declare racism the public health crisis du jour.

[...] Heaven forbid after your ninth consecutive positive test for chlamydia your doctor casually suggests you might consider wrapping it up every once in a while. As someone who recently kicked cigarettes, smokers are accustomed to this sort of shaming from doctors. [...]

In the realm of the stridently unhealthy, smokers are better people than the fats. Almost everyone is. Get in a smoker’s face and tell them they stink and will die a gruesome death from lung cancer and they’ll more than likely shrug and agree with you. Gently suggest to a fatty they lay off the Shoney’s unless they want a leg amputated in five years and they’ll come at you in a tsunami of fangs and rippling flesh like a territorial elephant seal during mating season. Oddly, marijuana obsessives are similarly defensive, I’ve noticed.

And that’s what makes the body positivity people so enduringly repulsive, aside from what your eyes take in. You can’t take anyone so stubborn and thin-skinned seriously. No one thinks they’re large and loving it. The best the fativists can hope for is feigned sympathy and for others to merely suffer through them. And that extends to all the left’s crybullies. You can put as many pairs of cottage cheese thighs on the cover of Cosmopolitan as you’d like, but you’re never going to convince people that it’s aspirational. Humans, aside from the odd chubby-chasing fetishist, are hardwired to avoid members of our species who we can tell are dying, intentionally in this case.
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