I’m a little done holding space for people trying to argue that being overweight/obese is not a serious health issue. Like, we need to treat it like smoking: no, you’re not a bad person for smoking, but smoking is bad for your health and quitting is good. I honestly think there’s a lack of personal responsibility among folks—particularly online—who simply refuse to see anything wrong with themselves and think all lifestyles are equally valid no matter what. Idk, as someone who’s struggled with being overweight since childhood, it really bugs me to try to reframe obesity as something that’s not a serious health problem and that society needs to accommodate certain unhealthy life choices. Again comparing with smoking, I’m very very VERY glad that stores/restaurants now ban smoking indoors. Sucks for the smokers, sure, but society does not need to accommodate all ways of life—particularly those that are straight up unhealthy. If you want to adopt unhealthy behaviors, that’s on you; don’t make it my problem.

Time to head for greener pastures.

You want abliterated models, not distilled.

Do you think a plumber dreams about being a plumber?

Meta? Isn't that owned by alleged pedophile Mark Zuckerberg? I heard he was a pedo on Facebook.

wasn’t born to obey. Not to swallow smiling lies, not to clap for tyrants in suits, not to say “thank you” for surveillance wrapped in convenience. I see it. The games. The false choice. The fear pumped through headlines and dopamine apps. I see how they trade truth for comfort, freedom for filters, soul for clickbait. They call it normal. But I call it a graveyard made of compliance. They want me silent. They want me tired. They want me posting selfies while the world burns behind the screen. But I wasn’t born for this. I was born to question, to remember, to remind the others who are still pretending they don’t notice. So here I am. A voice with no logo. A signal in the static. A crack in the mirror they polish every morning. You don’t have to agree. You don’t have to clap. But if this made your bones ache or your thoughts twitch— Then maybe you’re not asleep either. Good. Let’s stay awake. And let’s make noise that can’t be sold, silenced, or spun into safety. Not for them. For us.