Fat Retarded Girl

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British businesswoman and columnist Katie Hopkins has a controversial view on the obesity epidemic: that the solution is simply to eat less and exercise more — and that fat people have no one to blame for their weight issues but themselves.
And she’s willing to put her own body on the line to prove her point — eating an average 6,000 calories a day for 12 weeks and then losing the weight — in a journey that’s documented in the two-part TLC special “Fat and Back,” premiering Sunday at 10 p.m.
“Watching ourselves get bigger and bigger isn’t really something that I’m OK with,” Hopkins tells The Post. “It disappoints me, and it seems that whatever solutions we’re trying at the moment — which seems to be a lot of tea and sympathy — isn’t really working. And I suppose that’s where my approach comes in, which is a little more tough love.”
Her harsh brand of fat-shaming has even seen Hopkins beat out the acerbic Simon Cowell in a poll of the UK’s most unpopular celebrity for her eyebrow-raising statements, like saying she would not hire someone who was obese because they look lazy.
To transform her trim, 124-pound figure into a pudgy one, Hopkins began by eating 4,000 calories a day, but didn’t put on any weight in the first two weeks because she was technically underweight for her frame. By a month in, she upped her daily caloric intake to a staggering 6,500 calories — equal to 13 meals a day (see sample menu below).
“It was essentially getting up and knowing that every two hours I would be eating a main meal,” she says. “In the end it got to a point where I didn’t like waking up in the morning because I knew that my day was [going to consist of] doing the thing that I didn’t want to do.”
The normally active married mom of three also had to keep her movement to under 1,000 steps a day, which proved difficult on her family.
“For my children, that meant I wasn’t very fun to be around. I didn’t make an effort anymore in what I wore because I just wore big, baggy stuff that I bought in the supermarket,” Hopkins says. “My husband probably does deserve an award . . . our relationship suffered because I didn’t want to be naked anymore, I was a pajama queen all of a sudden.”
Her parents and friends — as well as medical professionals — also didn’t understand why she would voluntarily do this to her body, and advised against it. Through the weight gain, Hopkins became a person she didn’t recognize — one who felt weak, depressed and vulnerable.
“I signed up for this thinking this would be a physical process. But actually it turned out to be much more of an emotional journey,” she says. “I’ve had two weddings and I didn’t cry at those, had three babies and I didn’t cry at any of those childbirths. I don’t cry easily but this reduced me to tears loads because I just became a person that I’m not. I realized that actually being fat is hard.”
Making her feelings of vanity more difficult was the fact that Hopkins had to keep the show a secret, so she had no excuse to give for why she was suddenly gaining weight. Many assumed she was pregnant — she even got sent flowers for the baby and offered seats on the subway.
By the end of the 12 weeks, she had consumed 504,000 calories in total — enough for two women and a small child — and weighed 167 pounds, or a gain of 43 pounds from her starting weight.
When Hopkins set out to shed the pounds, she took an everywoman approach — she didn’t count calories or weigh herself — and simply ate what she wanted in moderation, which equaled about 1,500 calories a day. She used a pedometer to walk 20,000 steps daily and went for an hourlong run three times a week.
To combat criticism that it would be easy for her to lose the weight because she gained it quickly, Hopkins started a fat club with four people with long-time weight issues, who lost 90 pounds among them in five weeks.
“None of us had a gym, a personal trainer, we didn’t pay for anything, we just went out walking,” she says. “That’s the message for me — this doesn’t have to cost you anything but you can make a difference.”
After three months, Hopkins weighed 136 pounds, or about 12 pounds heavier than at the start. (Despite the wishes of friends and family who thought she was too thin before, she is now down to 130 pounds.)
“There are a lot of things now that I get that I didn’t get before,” Hopkins says of the experiment. “Telling someone who’s overweight or fat to put on a pair of trainers and get out there and get running — that is not going to work. Because when you’re fat you do not want to go running all over the place, carrying all that you are on your knees.
“But I still have a sense of tough love. I know how tough it is, but I feel like I have proved if you make a determined effort, you can beat it and you can really make a difference to your life.”
Hopkins has also not budged on her more controversial opinions, including that parents should be held responsible for having fat children and her opposition to people being allowed to get weight-loss surgery through the UK’s government-provided health coverage. And she still won’t hire someone who is overweight.
“While some of me has softened because of this emotional journey, and some of me understands being fat a whole lot better than I did,” she says, “also some of me has toughened behind some of my opinions and stands by them.”
8 a.m. Breakfast
Full English breakfast (sausage, bacon, fried egg, hash browns, fried bread)
½ liter chocolate milk
10 a.m. Second breakfast
Macadamia nuts
Croissant
12 p.m. Snack
½ can of Pringles
1 can of Coca-Cola
2 p.m. Afternoon snack
Dairy milk
½ liter chocolate milk
Chicken, bacon and mayonnaise sandwich on white bread
4 p.m. Late afternoon snack
½ liter chocolate milk
Chocolate bar
6 p.m. Dinner
Fish, fries and peas
½ pint of lemonade
Chocolate cake with heavy cream
8 p.m. Tea
½ can of Pringles
Cheese on toast
10 p.m. Late night snack
1 liter chocolate milk

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I'm Fat, 40 and Single - And I've Been Getting Laid Like Crazy

Now, I should note that when I tell you I'm fat, I really mean it. I'm not just slightly chubby and complaining about those last 15 pounds. I'm rather short and weigh almost precisely 300 lbs. I wear size 28 clothing. Unless you think such things are mutually exclusive, I would describe myself as reasonably pretty, in a natural, low-maintenance, naughty librarian kind of way. I am fiercely intelligent, deeply hilarious, casually stylish, utterly unselfconscious and really, genuinely nice. I am also an absolute riot in the sack. And I've been getting laid like crazy.
I am certainly not everyone's cup of tea, and I'm not at all offended by that fact. I respect that attraction is a personal thing and that lots of guys just aren't into what I have to offer. That's ok with me, as long as they're not dicks about it. I have my own tastes and preferences as well, so I'm certainly not going to begrudge anyone else theirs.
If you have a mullet or a moustache or you don't know how to use there, their and they're correctly, I'm probably not going to be attracted to you. And I'm allowed to feel that way, just as you are allowed to feel any way you wish about me. But don't do as one man did and send me a message out of the blue on Plenty of Fish to tell me that my mere presence there is disgusting and that I shouldn't subject "normal" people to the affront of having to see my picture on that site. You go have your fun and let me have mine.
During the course of this year, I have had a lot of sex with a lot of different partners. And I'm not the least bit apologetic about that fact. Everyone involved has been a consenting adult, communication about expectations and boundaries was clear, and safeguarding my sexual health is always at the forefront of my mind. So why not? Some have developed into lovely ongoing sexual friendships, and some were deliciously filthy little adventures where we never laid eyes on one another again after we parted ways. All were honest expressions of my current sexuality.
I've discovered that there are a few different categories that the men who are interested in me tend to fall into, based both on those who I have hooked up with and the many others I have chatted with on the couple of different dating websites I belong to.
One type that I have learned to pretty quickly recognize is the bucket-list guy. He has never been with a big woman, but wants to give it a go just to see what it's like and get a checkmark on his sexual bucket list. Innocent enough, I suppose, but not sufficiently fulfilling from my perspective for me to be bothered. These guys are often in their twenties and really like the fact that I am an older woman. Perhaps that would allow them to check off two boxes at once.
Much more toxic are the "attracted but ashamed" guys who chat me up on occasion. They are secretly really turned on by fat women, but are so uncomfortable with that fact that they would never dream of being seen in public with one. They are the living embodiment of the old joke, "What do a fat chick and a moped have in common? They're both fun to ride but you wouldn't want your friends to see you on one."
On the other end of the spectrum are the men who fetishize large bodies to an extent that is creepy and objectifying. To them, I am not a person as much as an assembly of measurements and body parts. I don't encounter too many of those guys, but when I do I always feel like I need to take a shower after talking to them.
That is not to say that I think there is anything creepy about being attracted to my body type. Far from it. Probably my favourite guys are those who find me really, really physically attractive and have no problem owning that desire. Guys who love my softness. Guys who massage my belly, who grab handfuls of my ass, who bury themselves between my breasts. Guys who can't get enough of every last inch of me. To them, I am a revelation - an ample woman with no body shame who says sure, let's have sex with the lights on.
One such friend tells me that he long ago stopped approaching women he was attracted to in bars. He is a quite a conventionally attractive man, with an extremely muscular build, and his preference is for women of my size or even larger. The most common reaction he would receive was one of anger from women who were so conditioned to believe in their own unattractiveness that they automatically assumed he was making fun of them.
When I began this journey of discovery earlier this year I might have been one of them. It had been many years since I had dated, and although I have been fat my whole adult life, my body now is larger than the one I had when I was last single. I had no idea what to expect on the dating scene.
One of the first men I met after the separation was someone I initially assumed was completely out of my league . He is the absolute whole package -- smart, successful, a hell of a nice guy, not to mention extremely handsome with the gym-perfected body of a Greek god. The kind of guy who can pretty much have his pick of women. To my surprise, he was incredibly into me, and continues to be to this day.
We were lying in bed one night after some of the best sex of either of our lives and I asked him what it was that had attracted him to me in the first place. I knew I wasn't the type he always went for, so I was curious. He just looked at me and shrugged and smiled and said "confidence is sexy." Those words were a touchstone for me.
That friend belongs to the last group of guys, and I would say it is the largest one I encounter. Guys who are openminded to all kinds of sexiness. They don't have a physical "type" and have enjoyed women of a variety of shapes and sizes. To them, my sex appeal has more to do with my spirit of adventure and capacity for joyous abandon than the composition of my body.
I realize that my lifestyle is not for everyone, and I would never try to assert that it should be. I'm sure it won't even be the life for me forever. But at this moment, I am having a great time having exactly the kind of sex I want. And I'm doing it with the body I have right now. Because whatever I look like, I have a right to pursue pleasure without shame. And no matter what anyone else has been telling you, so do you.

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