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Anna missed her calling writing “empowering” fat girl chick lit. Because all of that was a whole lot of wish fulfillment fiction.
She also over-inflated her role, she was at best a product manager, and Sprinklr being a small company gave her the title of "director", when she was just a product lead. You don't retire at 45 with a product career track in technology.She was already upper management there when she left. She was on a track to retire by 45 or so. You don't just leave that on a whim
Fuck it, I’m editing this onto one of those office motivational posters.So when I made my life list eons ago I snuck on there something I thought would finally give me the va va voom I was missing. Pole dancing.
Which she then tried out on her unconsenting coworkers At Sprinklr.I feel I learned some new erm * cough cough* useful moves for my non-existent life partner to enjoy.
She writes like a crappy AI trying to pass itself off as a human. Who the fuck talks like this?I can now crawl like a sexy tiger, go down a fire man’s pole like I’m J LO pre-record deal, and have learned how to close out a routine like a fine as freak fantasy female and most importantly “collect my money.”
H E A L T HWhen we look at the definition of health, we actually see it referred to as measurement of various components.
You can’t convince me this wasn’t ripped from from a school essay written by some high school sophomore who had to meet or exceed a word count requirement.The data points that make up health are broad because they encompass several types of data: such as states of being, your actions, the actions of others and your accessibility to certain resources.
Unabashedly admitting that she uses alcohol to cope with mental health issues. Cool.For example, I could choose to never drink beer again, that might affect my physical health positively while negatively affecting my mental and social health.
Again with the alien in a human-suit diction.You can turn your life into a pseudo video game- always trying to up your life bar.
Confirmed sex pest.I saw a pair of neon striped leggings on one of the swan like yoga goddesses I have the pleasure of following and I lusted hard.
Rad. Tastic. Leggings.Anyways K-Deer took pity on my poor fiscally constrained soul and instead of giving me a discount, gave me a free pair of their radtastic leggings to try out.
*Coachella war bonnet intensifies*So many many moons ago I used to travel excessively for work
Shudder. The memories. The Smell. The toe jam. Living it was exhausting.
No. She aggressively tried to make this her reputation at work out of sheer desperate thirstiness. Imagine Anna playing this song to everybody that makes eye contact a little too long.Many people even joked that I didn’t work, and had somehow made travel my life. So when the ladies of SNL did a skit called “Dongs all over the world” about girls traveling the world, and crossing the countries off the map once they’d gotten it in- my friends chuckled to themselves and thought of me.
Boob. Tube. Apparently the Lizard People DO walk among us, but they’re really bad at pretending to be people.I wasn’t able to catch it on the boob tube
Anna frenchily Frenched all over France.It was at a Paris cafe, with a few french coworkers that I finely found a few minutes to check out the clip
Anna forcefully directs the polite conversation to The Dick.Yes ,I had to awkwardly discuss what a dong is.
Anna aggressively insists that her coworkers confirm that they know what dong means, agree that Anna is a sex witch, and thank her for the America lessons.Well, repetition does build memory retention,,, and they weren’t going to forget about dong anytime soon. They also weren’t going to forget the context in which they learned that lovely beacon of modern American colloquialism.
She forced her coworkers to sit through an entire music video. While explaining American slang to her French hostages as if they were naked savages and she a Mormon missionary of yore.After watching the video an explaining the context, I learned much too late that the joke did not translate
they appreciated my quest for dong and they were more than willing to help.
None of this happened. She writes like a goddamn virgin trying to write smutty fanfiction.I didn’t anticipate my sex life would become the office cause de jour. “Lets find Glitter some Parisian dong!”- that’s not uncomfortable to hear. Being introduced and thrust into conversation with strange men- that’s what every girl wants. Being inquisitively asked repeatedly about the dong you’ve enjoyed recently and your techniques for obtaining the prize jewels- a totally normal topic of discussion. Of course, not realizing the joke was not being understood as such until way way waaaay too late into the discussion, the whole thing spiraled into me being lauded as a sexual vixen on the prowl constantly for man candy and good times. I do love man meat, but not enough to be cheekily shoving pushpins into every country I’ve conquered. Candidly, right now, that’d be a pretty unimpressive map.
Perpetrator of a sexual genocide on an unwilling group of people. Apt, Frenchies. Apt.my french coworkers think I am a sexual conquistador.
The. Cupes. God if I had a time machine I’d go back to Anna’s high school years and just bully the shit out of her. She’s a goddamn dork.I met Sebastien ( named changed to protect the not so innocent) on OkCupid, or as I like to call it “the cupes” because it sounds more like the disease it is.
The truest thing she’s ever written,When I got to the cupcake shop, I was disappointed to see it was closed for renovations.
more Frenchily Frenching. Also, what the fuck else are you gonna order at a damn coffee shop?!We settled at a cafe, and ordered a coffee and croissant, very classy if I do say myself.
Mind candy? Woof. Maybe if we as a society actually called mood stabilizers “mind candy”, Anna would have been snarfling them down this whole time and wouldn’t have her own KF thread.He began to dive into his mental history as he crawled around looking for the last of his mind candy, but I awkwardly and forcefully changed the subject.
Yes. All the nicest girls remember to keep sweet and lead the drug-addled male stranger directly to their place of residence. Make sure to leave the door unlocked and your stabbiest knives out on the counter for his convenience.NOOOOO!!! I screamed, falling to my knees and weeping dramatically. I should note I did this in my mind, because in real life I agreed. Because I am a nice person, and that’s what nice people do.
She’s such a nicegirl, it makes my skin crawl.I pointed it out, and asked “what’s you’re thoughts on them” hoping this would lead us into a somewhat boring, but safe conversation about how American Apparel treats their employees poorly, whether that’s wrong and etc.
Were these girls visible to anyone but Anna?The gaggle of girls began to systematically chant while clamoring closer; they were demanding our lips to touch
She writes like she has hypergraphia. I know schizophrenics that write exactly like this, usually paired with completely unrelated badly lit photos.Just as I about burst into tears, I saw a mythical unicorn of yellow checkered design.
You n me both, Anna. Bottoms fuckin up.How I needed to get home. how I needed to drink
PRESSI didn’t have any idea that this little lady sex anthem gem even existed. Until of course, my friends got a hold of me. The video began flooding my inbox, gal pals started singing me the song on skype and it wasn’t long before I was being referred to as their friend that was “an international nasty girl.”
"Focus on me. I am not an ugly girl." There is so much to unpack in this entire post, but I'd just like to point out that even if Anna were thin, she would still not be a pretty girl. She has never had a pretty face, She is not a Tess or a PearChan or a Loey Lane. She's plain at best, a little on the thin-lipped, angular-jawed, small eyes mannish side, if we're being completely honest.So Anna's blog online used to date back to the early 2011s til she did a massive delete to hide all her failed diets, etc. Using that lovely FPH blog I tracked back a ton of shit landed on her slideshare....her linkedin....so many places...It was like Dr. Seuss's "The Places You Will Go" I have seen things I will not unsee I have looked into the abyss and survived and I've been informed by the abyss that I will die in 7 days if you all don't watch this...wait...wrong abyss....
It's sad in a way she really was on track she looks almost normal in some pics and the majority of the content was about her slowly losing weight. Also realized while writing this once a researcher always a researcher its LONG.
Our Journey will begin with a lovely detour to Posts of Years Past AKA Posts Anna wishes the world never saw again:
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- Wear a bikini in public ( and look sexified)
- Eliminate the dreaded “chub rub”
- Remember what full feels like. Not stuffed. Not hungry. Full.
- Ride on an airplane with the armrest down and have room to spare.
- Meet Mr “Maybe Dark, Definitely Tall, and of Course Ridiculously Handsome”
- By clothes in a exceptionally expensive store and not have the sales associate give me the “bitch please” look
- Learn to like the taste of water
- Sit crossed legged or cross my legs and be comfortable
- Run a mile with out running out of breath
- Dye my hair a ridiculous color ( Blue? Purple? Pink?)
- Get a puppy and name him data, after Goonies, not Star Trek
- Build an adult size cardboard box fort
Dreams we both have
- Backpack through Europe
- Wear normal size clothes
- Eat cake and not feel guilty
- Hold a baby koala
- Have baguette fight in front of the Eiffel tower
- Ride a camel, in a foreign country wearing fancy dessert clothes
- Help chubby kids beat it young so they don’t end up like usShe started work in Sprinklr in May 2012. By July she was already hounding employees and posting images of them on her blog.July 2012View attachment 2046334
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"Dear readers of my blog, I have a problem. See even though I am 100% committed to making this work, focusing on the positive, and committing to an all around healthy lifestyle- I have one little bad habit I cannot seem to shake (LIES: I have many bad habits I am in the process of shaking. But, sometimes I feel my a posts could use a little flourish here and there for dramatic effect). I am addicted to crappy, some-what unknown products that claim to magically make you lose weight faster. All you need to do is slap the words “metabolism enhancer” or “calorie burner” on the package and I am in like Flynn. I’ll take one…. Hell, who am I kidding. I’ll take 3."
"I suppose the only way I will ever beat those angsty, mega-witch moments that always seem to drive to food, then booze, and on a really bad night a couple of smooches with a random I have no interest in **cough** last night **cough*** is to figure out why I always turn to food."
"Those of you that follow me on FB know that I am preparing for a marathon. Yes, running. Running. Running. It sucks. But it’s a necessary evil." (Oh look shes a Ragan...)
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Work Office Photo
"I apparently have bone spurs, one of which chipped off and is literally doing the backstroke in and around my foot fat. I potentially also have some tendon issues, but I have to fork over another $50….errr…. go back next week for another visit to find out for sure what is causing the majority of the pain."
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"Below are the top 5 highlights from the last 2 months:
- Was able to buckle my seatbelt on the airplane for the first time in years (no more shame covering cardigan for me!)
- Fit into my entire goal clothing collection and went from a size 28 to size 20 in pants and a 22/24 to a size 18/20 in tops.
- I’ve worked out 50% of the days and walked/biked/ellipticalled over 200 miles in the last 2 months!
- I no longer get out of breath moving, even going up multiple staircases
- Regained ability to sit cross legged- both like a boss lady in an 80’s movie and Indian style"
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"I have a wonderful group of individuals I met while auditioning for the Biggest Loser. Since being rejected (those casting directors don’t know a good thing when they see it), we’ve continued to email and keep in touch." (She never auditioned she made her followers help pay for her to go a week long vacation at the resort for about 4 grand)
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"When I was about 7 years old I can distinctly remember sitting on the end of my mom’s bed and lecturing her on what a horrible mother she was because we were going to Cape Cod on vacation instead of Disney World. I told her it was her God given responsibility to take me see to the house of mouse. I pleaded I was the only child who had ever been denied such joys. Knowing how weird a kid I was, I probably made a business presentation on why Disney World was good for a child’s health. You’re probably thinking, ” oh she’s making this up.” I am not. I swear someday I will interview Papa Glitter and he will tell you all about how I use to prepare formal presentations to persuade. My parents were constantly presented charts, facts, and other secondary research on why having a pet hedgehog, going to Disney World, attending military summer camp ( I know wtf?) or giving into whatever crazy thing I was pursuing at the moment was for my betterment. Truth be told this followed me to high school where I wrote an elaborate “dissertation” on the dangers of block scheduling- boldly titling it “Block Scheduling- BS Says IT All” and hand delivering it to the head of the school district. I digress, but really I was a very weird kid. My parents caved to a lot of my weird tendencies. For example, I got a pet hedgehog, but I never did go to Disney World."
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"If you are plus size this is so so so important. Why, you might ask? Because we jiggle. If you’ve ever been active you can feel your fleshy mass go up and down with your body. If you’ve got some cushion, it’s like your body constantly feels like it’s at the worlds series every time you exercise-It loves to do the wave. Compression clothing sucks in some of that jiggle and makes running feel more in control. I have tried a million times to run and my jello-y bits have always flapped and in some instances been painful and hard on my body. However, during today’s run, wearing compression gear things kept in place as I moved and that added pain was gone."
<There is a post about how bad her teeth are with pics shes had some serious work done before she made it to the size she is now>
"This post is going to come off a little vain. It’s going to come off a little valley girl, who has everything complaining. It’s a little bit #WhiteGirlProblems. The above photo was taken about a year ago during a trip to Turkey. Please ignore the awesomeness of the scenery and the equally as awesome cat for another day. Focus on me. I am not an ugly girl.
While growing up fat was a challenge for me. Yes, I got teased in high school. Yes, my clothing choices were limited. Yes, I couldn’t do things I wanted to (roller coaster rides mainly). Yes, occasionally, I longed to be something I wasn’t. However, I never walked around with self loathing. When I looked in the mirror naked, I didn’t hate what I saw. To the contrary, I found my body beautiful. Even at my heaviest I was perfectly proportioned; I always had a beautiful face. I got asked on dates. Even more so, men would confess there love to me on the streets. Sure most of these guys where bat shit crazy, but the fact remains. I never have felt or been treated like I was ugly- even by myself.
I used to tell my girl friends that I was too happy to lose weight and for all intents and purposes it was kind of true. All the things girls babble on about when they write weight loss blogs or make healthy eating motivational images didn’t really apply to me. The photos of skinny girls in sports bras and fake tans weren’t motivation for me. I was not losing weight to feel sexy or dress slutty. In fact, I did not think to lose weight to be feel pretty, sexually desirable or socially acceptable; I already was. I never learned to hate my body. I never believed the people who told me I wasn’t beautiful; so many people regularly told me the opposite. I often felt like the prettiest girl in the room, even though I was the biggest. I had built a great career, great friends, and an amazing life for a person at any size. If women were cars I was the Bentley of plus size women.
However, after losing both my mother and sister in part to morbid obesity, the reality of being overweight really hit me. While I was happy, dated enough (you never goon enough dates, good ones are like unicorns), I realized that there were serious consequences to my actions. That’s a blog for another day, but the point is I instantly committed to a new life choice and everything started to change. That change has been hard.
My self-worth has become tied to a number of the scale. Everyday I scrutinize my choices and when the numbers don’t move I don’t just get angry- I loathe myself. That feeling of self-hate and disgust that most women feel towards their body on a semi-regular basis crept into my life. Even more so, after losing 80 lbs. My skin is starting to droop. I look into the mirror now, and instead of a beautiful body, I see weird wrinkles. My belly button is no long round, it’s a long oval- like a slot in a vending machine. I can feel that things just don’t sit properly in my body. They jiggle. And no matter how much lotion I put on or how many prayers I say, it’s not getting better. It’s getting worse.
For the first time in my life (or at least for as long as I can remember), I am learning what it feels like to hate myself. And what I have learned is that for women most self-hate doesn’t come from a man, society or anything external. It comes from our own unrealistic expectations to become our own version of perfect- what we “think” the above wants us to be. It’s usually what we are physically incapable of being; the things we “want” for. Whether it’s a tan sports bra wearing California dream girl or big busted curvy pin-up girl, we all have out own mental image of perfect. However, perfect doesn’t exist. It might as well be a made up word. But still every time I look in the mirror or step in the scale that word still echoes through my brain. “Why can’t I just be perfect?”
I find myself reading a lot more motivational stuff. I find myself dressing up more to “hide the ugly.” It’s so much so that people at work think I am seeing some one. After reading this they’ll get the sad news that only date I am going on is a one with insecurity. As depressing and sad as all this might be, I am grateful. In a way, I think this is allowing me to feel something I haven’t felt before. And this feeling has made me want to hug everyone women I know who has told me about their body issues in the past. I’d tell them I get it now and that I think they’re beautiful. I didn’t understand before. I didn’t know how much it hurt. I didn’t understand why you couldn’t see how gorgeous you were. I thought you were whining about being thin and a bombshell. I thought you saw yourself how I saw you. I am sorry. Forgive me. I understand now.
We are all fighting for own version of impossible perfection."
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Her Mother and Sister
"My Mother passed just short of her 52 birthday in 2003. She had gotten sick and her body couldn’t fight the illness. Her death certificate listed her official cause of death as “morbid obesity.” My sister Katherine died in June of 2011, a result of long term weight related issues. Neither my mother nor my sister had ever been tremendously healthy people. I fervently believe that both their deaths were a result of their poor food, exercise, and general health choices. And those choices will affect me for the rest of my life. I lost most of my family. I am constantly envious of the relationships my friends have with their mothers and sisters. I am constantly fearful that I too will die young. Sometimes I feel the only thing I really have to remember them by is the ton of shitty habits I am fighting tooth and nail to break. I don’t want anyone else to ever feel this type of pain.
Now it kills me is every time I see a plus size site that advocates being severely overweight as a healthy lifestyle alternative (the link is an example). I get livid. BEING OBESE SHOULD NOT BE SUGGESTED AS A HEALTHY WAY TO LIVE. That’s why they titled the state of being so (morbidly obese) a synonym for “deathly fat.” Instead of focusing on any weight as being “healthy”, we should encourage people to be active, exercise regularly, and eat a balanced diet."
"For the past 5 years I have had a semi-irrational fear of getting stuck in the bath tub. It all started when I just got too big to really enjoy taking a bath; laying in the tub became more uncomfortable than relaxing. True panic was born when I read about President Taft having to be freed from a basin back in ye olden days- and on the day of his inauguration no less! This of course led to a terrifying visions of my butt cheeks wedged between porcelain, and me screaming between gasps of tears “free me from this watery hell hole.”"
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"So last week when I was worrying about the fact I hadn’t been able to weigh myself on my scale, what eating out all week (even though I was doing 90 minutes of cardio daily to offset) would do, how I would afford skin reconstruction surgery and if I would ever reach a healthy weight and actually need that surgery- I said is enough is enough. I just need to calm the (edited) down. Like immediately. Because whatever got me in this state of crazy, wasn’t healthy. Allowing it to go on was going going to cause me to end up like one of those bat shit ladies with smeared red lipstick, in a fur house coat and slippers carrying a dead cat. I am not a cat person.
So I ran away. With less that 48 hrs notice I told my boss I need to cut loose for a few days, booked a flight to Rome, and just escaped."
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<She was already doing her weird wearing little clothing shit while working for Sprinklr>
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<Her Sexy Face>
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"I felt that the only way to really calm my nerves this morning was to eat a cinnabon someone have “generously” left in the office kitchen. I used quotes there because I fully suspect some of the hotter ladies in the office might be concerned I am closing in on their their tales when it comes to my level of “damn-you-fine-ness” and are engaging in classic espionage of the diet variety. After I had eaten all the 880 calories goodness (yes that is how many calories one cinnabon has, you’re welcome), I turned to the bag of emergency Skinny Pop I keep hidden in the back of my file cabinet. Next thing I know, I am covered in nacho cheese, holding a milkshake and crying over the fact that I can’t find dunkaroos anywhere in this stupid city. I had binged."
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"So back to last week’s flight. I entered the cigar tube of a plane and groggily walked to my seat. I wasn’t feeling well and wasn’t all there. I started jamming my carry-on into the tiny overhead (because I’ll be damned if they have to plane check it). It takes me a second to realize it, but when I look down- it clicks. My destined seat partner, my compadre of sky times is severely overweight. He’s already got the seat rest pried up (because I am pretty certain he can’t even get it down). He looked completely terrified. I can see the fear in his eyes. This is a fat fliers worst nightmare; in his mind is running the words, ” CODE RED! ALERT! I have been sat next to a plus size passenger. Act cool. What are we going to do buddy? SQUISH AGAINST THE PLAN WINDOW. STALL THE FLIGHT!”
I knew instantly we would not both fit. I might fit well in a plane seat now, but I do need all of my seat- and it’s going to be a long time before I don’t. These pinto cars of the sky aren’t known for being spacious. Emotionally I was a mess. I was frustrated I was going to have to deal with our situation, because this man obviously was not the same type of fat flyer I had been.He was going to stare out the window as hard as possible, avoiding the situation we were in."
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Feederism Really Creeps Me Out
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I never thought I would write this blog post, mostly because it’s terrifying and awkward and just plan ick to write. However, after the week I’ve had I feel I need to write this post for those girls out there who will face the same terrors. I am writing today about fat fetishism and how scary, creepy and demoralizing it can be. Here’s an overview of what creepy stuff is out there, in case you’re curious.
It’s usually from someone you don’t expect, making it even more hurtful and traumatizing. I’ve added all kinds of reaction photos so you can see just how creeped out I am about writing about this. Some how, it makes this all less uncomfortable. Maybe, its just because I like looking at pretty pictures of myself. Don’t Judge.
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Let’s meet Street Blipster, AKA the very attractive man who asked me out on my walk home last week. I was elated. He was buff, and handsome, and seemingly out of my league. I had hit the jackpot. Over the week we shared amazing conversation and stories. We clicked. He doted on me and made me feel special. Even though he wasn’t perfect (and either am I), I felt we had the start of something potentially awesome. I was wrong.
It only took a few more days for the scary parts to start coming out. His infatuation with my weight. His secret fetishes. Of course being the sneaky sneak I am, I egged him on. Once I opened the flood gate- I was terrified by what came out.
“I want to tie you to a chair, shoving ridiculous food in your mouth, and grabbing your belly and telling you I ‘m going to make you crazy fat.”
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“I want to force you face down into a plate of food, getting your butt smacked while I call you a fat b*tch.”
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These are the messages he sent me. This was his version of naughty texting. Me, devalued and submissive, being chastised for my weight, while being force fed excessive amounts of food- that was his image of sexy. The sad thing is, this isn’t the first time I’ve had this experience. Or the second. Or the third. I have had this sick twisted play on roles shoved in my face more times than I can count. Frankly it’s beginning to make me terrified I’ll never find a man you accepts this bubble butt as it is without crudely fantasizing about humiliating me and “fattening me up”.
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I met my first fat fetishist in college- at a Mormon university of all places. I remember feeling much like I did last week. “How did I get so lucky? He’s so smart and cute and seemingly out of my league.” My perception changed quickly when he got a hard on squeezing my fat rolls and confided in me that he wanted to watch me devour a plate full of brownie in front of him. He wanted me to gain weight. When I told him gaining weight was not an option I wanted nor could afford. He remarked, how “nothing turned him on more than the thought of me trying to squeeze into clothes two sizes to small for me.” Sicko.
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I remember being insecure and confused. I liked food, maybe fat fetishism was inevitable. I even considered that maybe I secretly liked it that my weight was the result of some hidden id impulse. I say all this because I generally feel that women that feed into this -excuse my french- fucked up culture do so because of low self esteem. Their desire to be loved by someone else is some much stronger then there own self love. It make me sad because I know what it’s like to feel that way- especially in a society that put so much value on relationships and body image. I am lucky I was strong enough, otherwise I could very well be chained to some sickos bed right now, immobile, helpless and trapped in weight that was abusively forced on me.
I often think about that boy from college, and how he married a thin girl. I’ve done my research and these fetishists often try to fatten up their spouses secretly. They can’t feel sexually unsatisfied unless their spouse is gaining weight. I get nervous he’s doing that to her. If it doesn’t work, will he eventually leave her to find a girl who will allow him to trap her in a prison out of food?
I also think a lot about all the boys. They have some very striking resemblances. They are all attractive. They all have low self-esteem and a personal obsession with keeping their body fat as low as possible. That always stuck out to me, given their opposite sexual predilection in mates. They are educated and generally reject culture norms as much as possible. For example, with two of them, they went out of their way to regularly remind me they are above societal norms.
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I thought about why they like me. My ideas are bit self-centered, but since it’s sharing time, I’ll go ahead. I’m a pretty girl. These guys obviously have some type of obsession with making a girl entirely reliant on them and further more unable to leave them. So in short, taking a pretty girl and as Madonna says, “hiding her away from the rest of the world” is the ultimate goal for them.
Well, sorry boys , this girl will NEVER be part of your creeped out fantasy.
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<She randomly moved to UK after the Feederism post>
Coming Next the Biggest Loser Resort and when she randomly returns to Sprinklr as a Director position after disappearing to the uk for months!
I'm too lazy to look now, but didn't Anna also write a book at some point? I feel like around right before she left Spinklr, she either wrote a book or was saying that she was going to.addition to dropping a couple hundred pounds she could stand to trim the pointless fat from her sentences. They read like the work of an articulate but obnoxious eighth grader.
I distinctly remember her begging her followers to rate it 5 stars on Amazon when it was first released in 2018.Has anyone here taken one for the team and actually read it?
I think us knowing she does know better (that obesity kills, that weight loss is doable with calorie counting) is a bit.. haunting. Her drinking and binge eating (she has a completely unused kitchen as an adult and struggles making cake box mix wtf) maybe is an attempt to smother the feelings.A couple of things I noticed while skimming her screeds:
1. It seems like she already had the epiphany about her weight destroying her health, and she definitely realized that she's headed down the same path as her mother and sister. I thought the blog post in which she mentioned hating her body for the first time only after losing 80 lbs was massively (har har) illuminating. She knows she has to lose weight if she wants to make it to 55. She knows how to do it. She tried it, she had some success, but she didn't like it, so she quit. To me, this is way more grim than my previous assumption that she just didn't know she was repeating the same behaviors that killed her mom and sister.
2. Holy fuck, this bitch is VAIN. She also writes like someone who doesn't read.
3. She is much, much bigger than either her mother or sister appear to have been.
It's cool, I use the StorySaver site usually to get instagram stuff so if ya ever need to archive that works pretty well.Thank you for the tasty researched long posts about her blog, Syo!
In current news, she posted an IG story with a babbling apology about her privilege for announcing winning her house bid. So she's acting humble. Maybe her house bid fell through, or she decided not to share her housing process with the internet anymore.
I can't archive stories videos. PL: I am sad I can't learn from her dumb housing and mortgaging mistakes/ journey.
I got recommended (thanks KF) her book on audible, read by her, with 5star ratings, praising her for “genuine and humane hiccups in reading,” but I already went over my allowed exchanges, and I sure don't want to give her any money by standard process.Great job, thanks for sharing. She’s a terrible writer, it’s like she learned everything she knows about writing from one of those modern-day bubbly girl romances, or like a Hallmark movie. She has phrases she likes-can’t remember them but they have the word dreams at the end. “Suger rush exaltation with frosting dreams,” or “bright patterned silk with umbrella twirl dreams.” Paraphrasing, of course, but still ...
She had to let us know her romantic NY date was a black man:when he asked or her number she was going to give her “chocolate dream” her phone number, her mailbox number, her key code to her apartment-all the number. (But apparently not pi.”) she several times mentioned ethnicity where it was unnecessary. You work in tech? Yeah, there will be East Indians, it’s not worth saying.
She was also discussing a fantasy of a sky writer announcing something to the world on a clear blue horizon. Horizon, really?
Anna was never as pretty as she seems to think-the top shelf’s of BBWs she said,?9r maybe the filet mignonette. Honestly, she did look prettier than now-youth and not being disgustingly obese has a way of doing that. But she’s generously called plain now, and not much has changed.
If her book’s on kindle and see if I can figure out a way to, ya know....
Total non-apology. Just excuses for her tone deaf attempts at relatability. She says sometimes her experiences 'dont translate to the internet very well'. She's not humble or self aware, she still thinks she's the Mary sue main character of Life The Movie. She just doesn't want to be called out anymore. Looks and sounds like her irritation with the lack of praise and asspats is bubbling just below the surface.
Why does she keep saying she’s been looking secretly for months. Bitch you’ve been dropping the realtor word in your stories here and there for months so there was nothing secret about it.
She should have been fired or reprimanded for that alone. This is a manipulation technique designed to make the manipulator seem closer to the authority figures than they really are. It's meant to plant the idea in the bosses' heads that the manipulator is really more like family than an employee, and that you should let things slide, just like you would do for actual family members. If she was doing this in public, it was meant to signal to the other employees just how close a relationship she had with the bosses. Doing so was both a brag and a subtle warning to her coworkers that it would be best not to oppose her or narc on her behavior or work errors.I used to call our CEO “Papa Ragy” and our then COO “Mama Murali”