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SuperChubXLBoy is going to be murdered by the Canadian government.

Calling this premeditated murder on the part of the state is not exaggeration at all. They know that people in this level of bariatric care need physical assistance to turn in bed to prevent bedsores. By choosing to withdrawal physical assistance they are intentionally creating a scenario guaranteed to cause a bedsore. That bedsore will be left untreated because it cannot be accessed without turning the patient. And it will quickly become an abscess and lead to sepsis and organ failure within a week or less possibly.

THIS IS MURDER

This is also a moment for our community to stand up and do something. Aside from the obvious legal intervention needed here there are a few other things that can be done.

1. Raising funds to cover legal costs

2. Creating a petition to save Luke’s life

3. Making phone calls to province and even federal (or Canadian equivalent) officials asking them to intervene to save Luke’s life

4. Writing emails to these same officials asking them to intercede.

5. Contacting the media to raise awareness of his planned murder by the state

6. Creating a social media campaign urging people with any level or humanity or care for others to donate, call, or write an email

Whether it is moving him to another facility, getting his care home the proper equipment, or simply legally requiring the people in charge of his care to not murder him via intentional medical neglect. There are ways forward that allow everyone involved to retain their humanity and dignity

I don’t know him closely enough to start most of these. I don’t know the name of the care facility for starters. his full legal name, or how to get him access to funds for legal help. But at minimum I can spread the word about this. So that’s what I’m doing.

Part 3 of the drive! <3 Tabbie and Katerina show up to help Ruhe and eat! 👀 PayPal: paypal.me/destery Cashapp: $mikeshardsoup

I’m trying my best to keep myself afloat, I’ve been struggling pretty badly 💔

I remember the first time my scale read ‘error’. It ticked up to 408lbs and then the dreaded letters appeared. 

I remember the first time I ate enough for more than 3 people. Just 3 is somewhat common for me. 

I remember the first time my knees hurt just from trying to stand up. I’m really heavy. That was 40lbs ago. 

I remember the first time I became so full my overhang was lifted slightly off my fatpad. So full I was distended to absurdity. 

I remember the first time I learned if I lifted up my gut with my arms, it relieved my lower back pain. 

I remember the first time a chair broke beneath my weight, I would also end up breaking a couch, and a bed. Then a toilet cracked beneath my weight. 

I remember the first time a car noticeably sunk and the metal squealed when I sat inside it, and then the reverse when I got out.

I remember the first time my belly popped a button off a shirt, then it would rip one. Same for my waist breaking buttons off pants, and my thighs ripped holes in the legs. I have also destroyed a few pairs of underwear when I’ve sat down.

I remember the first time I realized my chest is bigger than many others’ chests. Usually mine are bigger. 

I remember the first time my side profile in the mirror shocked me. Can I be this wide? That is constant now.

I remember the first time I became winded just bending over it squatting down for longer than a minute or two. 

I remember the first time someone implied I need an extended mechanical grabber to pick things up because I’m so fat that my belly prevents me. 

I remember the first time I realized I’m getting too fat for easy penetration. 

I remember the first time I needed to lift up my belly and get my arm underneath it to pleasure myself. 

I remember the first time I was so stuffed full I couldn’t reach. My belly was stopping my completely no matter the position.

I remember the first time I realized nothing in most clothing stores fits me. I cannot shop in person usually. 

I remember the first time I outgrew my favorite shirt. This happens constantly now. 

I remember the first time I was out of breath from simply standing up after stuffing myself. This would create an inescapable pattern.

I remember the first time I ate an entire cake at once. I actually bought 2, couldn’t finish the second. 

I remember the first time I ate so much I fell asleep trying to digest it. An extra large pizza from a local place that I ate 90% of. 

I remember the first time I cured my insomnia by eating so much I couldn’t stay awake. 

I remember the first time I learned my body was desirable, that there are people who love pigs. They love gigantic, overfed bellies. 

I remember the first time I started trying to belch to make more room inside my gut. Pretty much every meal now. 

I remember the first time I realized a single thigh of mine is bigger than most people’s entire torsos. My belly can threaten someone’s entire body in size. 

I remember the first time I ate 15 cookies in a row. Regular habit now. 

I remember the first time someone told me to count calories and start overeating every meal. I had 7-10k every single day for 12 days straight. 

I remember the first time I ate enough for 8 people. An entire pizza, and 3 entrees completely inside my belly, with a 2 liter Diet Coke. 

I remember the first time I ate so much I couldn’t swallow anymore, and my jaw hurt, and I was actively fighting to keep it down. More common now. 

I remember the first time I ate an entire tailgater tray from a fast food restaurant. 

I remember the first time I ate 8 combos worth of food. Almost the entire menu. 

I remember the first time I smothered someone with just my belly. Completely enveloped their head in my overhang. 

I remember the first time someone made fun of me and called me fat in public. Unprompted stranger. That hurt. 

I remember the first time I wanted my belly to hang to my knees, and become so much bigger than it is now. That was 30lbs ago or so. 

I remember the first time I considered myself too fat, too heavy for myself.

I remember the first time I strongly considered going much further past my max weight, just because someone asked me to.

I remember the first time I outgrew a measuring tape. Those 60”s just aren’t enough for my body now. 

warming up to drawing some much larger shapes 🍰 i honestly struggled to get this to turn out in a way i'd like, but it was still fun wawa