#fat protagonist

[libraryofbaxobab]

March 28, 2023:

This is so Gothic that it has gone beyond action, beyond atmospheric, to pure, 100% medical-grade Vibes.

ALSO there's an unusual adorable animal sidekick!! His name is Hermes and he's perfect

9/10

#WhatsKenyaReading

[the-punforgiven]

Do y'all ever get nightmares that just like, aren't scary?

Like you can tell your brain is trying to make this scary, but you just feel nothing?

[venndaai]

they were insane for this

[vaggietheangel]

Charlie is so optimistic and empathic, that she sees the good in everyone. She took a chance on Angel because she could tell he had some good in his heart.

She was right. Angel may be a dick but nobody who treats their pet so well is all bad. He's one of those people who thinks animals are better than people. He's also probably very nice to Keekee.

Cherri bomb may be very violent. She loves and cares for her best friend. She would do anything to make sure Angel felt ok. She's a loyal person with a soft spot for the ones she loves.

I'm sure Niffty has done some very shady things to get involved with Alastor. But she's polite and friendly, she's always helping out around the hotel. She seems like the grandma friend who always makes sure you ate a proper dinner.

I'm excited for an episode where she tries to help Husk. She does her best to befriend him by taking an interest in card games. Suggesting ways for him to have fun without drinking or gambling. She'd probably bring in game nights at the hotel. As a wholsome alternative to gambling.

Inside every demon is a rainbow. Charlie has a heart pure enough to see that. She can help bring the good out in anyone. She's a very good influence on those around her. After juer a few weeks in the hotel, Angel tried to comfort her. Her kindness IS starting to rub off on people around her.

Charlie is a bundle of sunshine and hope. She's like an angel that was sent to give everyone a second chance, and show them the light.

[hyperlexichypatia]

Obligatory Disclaimer #1: Yes, there is a lot of misogyny in the way people talk about the "likability" of female characters. Women in stories can and should be complex, flawed, nuanced, and human, not (just) "likable" (or "sexy" or "mother" or whatever other one-dimensional trope).

Obligatory Disclaimer #2: Yes, I know that an opinion expressed by a character in a story is not necessarily being supported by the narrative itself, or the author, and that people with piss-on-the-poor reading comprehension get this wrong. Good reading comprehension means being able to tell the difference.

Now that we've got that out of the way.

Doesn't it seem like "Female characters don't have to be LIKABLE, you illiterate misogynist!" is often a Privileged Feminist way to silence criticism of... very mainstream bigoted attitudes being presented uncritically in the narrative by being put in the voices of designated "unlikable female characters"?

I love a complex, nuanced, flawed female character. I love an outright villainous female character. I love a character whose flaws and prejudices are slowly picked apart by the narrative. I do not love having the classism, sizeism, and ableism I deal with every day served back to me in Feminist Fiction.

I do not love trying to point out "Hey, this award-winning book you all love, I don't actually like the way the protagonist talks about the working-class fat man. Or the younger woman with anxiety. Or the acquaintance with a disabled child and, like, linoleum floors or something." (Why do I just have all those examples at the ready?)

And being met with "Female characters don't have to be LIKABLE, you illiterate misogynist. Try reading some Serious Literature instead of your fanfic romance YA smut beach reads!"

"Uh, okay, well, it's not so much about the character being likeable as about the way the narrative doesn't seem to challenge the character's, I must reiterate, very widely held prejudices, that makes it seem less like a depiction of a flawed character and more like an uncritical replication of those very widely held prejudices --"

"It's a LITERARY PERSPECTIVE, GOD, didn't you go to SCHOOL? Do you think Lolita is a love story? Do you think Fight Club is about how awesome fighting is?"

"Well, no, but, for example, the way the character was so emotionally abusive to her fat daughter and her neurodivergent son --"

"Uggggh, you don't understand ANYTHING, women don't have to be PERFECT MOTHERS, she's supposed to represent HOW REAL WOMEN FEEL in the face of UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS OF PERFECT MOTHERHOOD!"

"So... the unquestioned-by-the-narrative elitism, classism, sizeism, ableism, and ageism are supposed to be... going against societal expectations?"

"OBVIOUSLY! That's how REAL WOMEN REALLY FEEL!"

"I'm a real woman, and I don't feel that way."

"UGGGGGH, YOU ILLITERATE MISOGYNIST, FEMALE CHARACTERS DON'T HAVE TO BE RELATABLE!"

[zincbart]

Do you know who else needed help moving this weekend?

[thefatfemme]

Really sick of searching for romance novels with fat protagonists and only turning up 'she's fat but in an hourglass sexy way and he's 100% ripped with 12 pack abs' books

[sonknuxadow]

Honestly the thing I'm most worried about uf they make Eggman fat in Sonic 3 is I'm 95 percent sure they're going to come up with a BS excuse.

Like yes Eggman was planned to slowly turn more game Eggman like as the movies progress (Sonic 1 gave him his red outfit in the end, Sonic 2 made him bald, gave him the signature stache and made him a bit crazy, Sonic 3 might be giving him his signature bulk and probably some other things) and it sucks that they'd have to use a fat suit in order to get Jim to look the part but I don't want it them to phone it in as something like it being an effect of absorbing the Master Emerald and I'll be real disappointed if its something like 'oh, he just let himself go'

Maybe Eggman had a scientific reason to bulk up, or maybe he just thought he looked good with some extra weight, or maybe it is a side effect of something but he knew about it before hand and was okay with it. As long as its more of a choice then I think I'd be more okay with it.

we dont really have the full context yet of course but the descriptions of the teaser going around are making it sound like they went with the "he let himself go and gained a lot of weight" explanation. and idk man maybe it just sounds bad out of context but im tired of fatness being portrayed as gross and a negative trait and weight gain being used to signify a character becoming Worse in some way. fat people are just people and the body type someone has doesnt have any morals attached to it. again maybe it just sounds bad out of context and the movie wont make his weight gain into a joke but my hopes arent high because being weird about fat people is not new for sonic media at all

[talaricula]

Devoured paladin's faith in one day (did not work the way I should have oops), loved it Very Much, am left with both silly delighted yelling and Big Plot Questions Screaming and now I have to wait for my wife to read the book to scream with her. Tragic.

[writingforfishes]

you when grav/ty fa//s fanart: https://www.tumblr.com/toxifoxx/759861773456277504/you-put-some-body-fat-on-that-middle-aged-man?source=share

worm regards 👍🥲👍 @worm-writes-hicfics

Where's the lie?!

I see one more skinny/muscular St@n and I will stab somebody with that damn triangle!

istfg

That being said, of all the fandoms GF is the least offensive when it comes to skinny-fying the mains in their fan art.

THERE WAS A SCENE WHERE HE WAS FEEDING HIS TUMMY CRACKERS, FGS!!

There is an ENTIRE scene in the shorts where "Zues" jiggles his belly fat!!

[chuthulhu-reads]

[ID: two panels from Trigun Maximum. The first shows two fat babies lying in makeshift cribs created by folding blankets in adult-sized scifi pods of some sort. The second panel shows those fat babies a little bigger, old enough to sit up on their own. Rem is feeding one messy baby with a spoon while the other looks on. Both babies have very little hair, but the one being has ever-so-slightly spikier hair, so might be Vash, although there's a fleck under the right eye that might be a mole, meaning it's Knives. End ID.]

After the immense emotional trauma of everything from Ryutsu Citadel on, seeing Vash and Knives as fat, happy little babies is IMMENSELY healing. Lookit how ROUND their lil heads are! I WANT TO CUDDLE THEM SO MUCH

[marsabillions]

thinking abt book pitches and it literally makes me CRAZY that im going to have to use words that specifically highlight how “queer” or “fat” or “feminist” my story is bc the protagonist is a bisexual fat woman even if one of the biggest things i care abt with writing her is allowing her to do the things that str8 male characters can do without limiting her to any of these things. Like omgggg why cant i just tell a story why do u i have to discuss women or fat or queer baggage

[thecheckeredchaser]

Part 1

Crumbl for You

Part 2

She was working on Saturday and the closing rush was hitting hard. The small lobby was packed with drunk party goers. She was confused how they were already leaving a party before 10. They could very well be on their way. She was working with Ricardo, who had told her he was locking the door. She went into the back to get a new roll of stickers. Shit always wanted to run out in the last 5 minutes. She came back to the front and dropped the roll when she saw Declan crammed into the space. Three other bros hanging close to him shouting to each other.

“This place is packed. Why did we have to come here?”

“Declan insisted.”

“God forbid Declan,” one of the guys said, back handing him in the rib. Nessa put the sticker roll on the counter and went to the order register. A large party had walked out and the store suddenly felt less crazy. Ricardo was shuffling people out, turning things off in between every act. He liked getting out swiftly.

“Look who it is,” she said.

“Sorry for coming so late,” he said, seeming nervous.

“I don’t think we have one of each right now,” she said looking back at the case, genuinely concerned about breaking his routine. He blushed a little. He usually didn’t, so Nessa thought it was a little weird.

“Whatever you got is fine,” he said quickly. She nodded and put his box together. She brought it over and he looked at her with those eyes again. She involuntarily bit her lip, and noticed his friends picking up on the energy out of the corner of her eyes. She snapped out of it.

“Your card,” she said, busying herself to get her stamp. She looked over at Ricardo who was already mopping the back. She stamped his card and smiled. She felt like she had accomplished something too in the moment. “Next time you come back it’s a free one.”

He pulled his hat off to adjust it and she saw his blond waves fall next to his face. She was trying to not swoon as she could see his boys watching eagerly. Declan seemed to notice her distraction. He turned and asked them to wait outside. They said they were going to smoke a cigarette. “So,” he said, getting warmed up.

“What’s up?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t hyping herself up.

“I was wondering if you wanted to get that drink Bri had mentioned.” She stared back at him dazed.

“You’re serious?” she asked skeptically.

“I couldn’t be more serious. I was hoping you’d want to wrap up here and go.”

“Straight from work? You are crazy aren’t you. Lord.”

“I mean you look hot as hell in your uniform, if it’s any constellation.” Welp, she was sold.

“Give me 10 minutes,” she said. “And lose your friends.”

“Easily done.”

Janessa helped Ricardo finish closing, which he was already pretty much done. He was hardly interested in her interaction with their final customer, or the fact that he was still hanging out alone outside the store. She was sure she was safe, but Declan was a little big for her coworker to just dip on her without seeing what was up. Janessa stood in front of Declan, hands folded across her chest in the fall air. The afternoons were not as cold. “My friends took the car.”

“I walk to work,” she said, wishing she had brought her jacket.

“I’m not afraid of a little walk. Want to go to The Den?” he asked. Nessa had not been to The Den, but was aware it was a popular bar on campus. It wasn’t that far, just around the corner and a block or two. They started the walk. He had asked her about her shift and let her complain until she was satisfied, while he started hungrily eating one of the cookies. She stopped and her teeth chattered a little. “You're cold,” he stated, taking his flannel shirt off handing her the pink box. She peeked inside and saw he had eaten two. The cookies were not small and intensely flavored. She was surprised he plowed through two without even a drink. She started wondering if he planned on eating them all in their short walk. The warm fabric was soon draped on her small shoulders and his cologne wrapped around her.

“This is some fine cologne,” she said, hugging the shirt to her for the warmth and aroma.

“I’m glad you think so. It’s a little giant. Sorry about that,” he said, looking down at her. He took the box back and started on his third cookie.

“You are sort of giant Declan,” she said, gazing at him from her minimal position. She felt all tingly saying it, especially because his cheeks had just been filled up.

“You are not wrong about that,” he said, sucking the chocolate chip smear off his finger. “Yet you said yes to a drink,” he noted.

“Should I have said no?” He smiled.

“Glad you didn’t.” He took out another cookie, and offered her one, like she was going to lose the opportunity soon. She turned him down, having a slight aversion after smelling them bake for the last 5 hours. They chatted the whole way, not finding any awkward lulls. Somehow he had managed to eat the cookies, pushing the last of it into his mouth, disposing of the box at the bus stop near the bar. She was calculating the calories he just ate. Each cookie was at least 600 calories, containing 4 servings each. “Perfect,” he said, chewing quickly. “We can take that bus back to the dorms." All the dorms were on the late bus loop and she found out he lived in her same complex.

“You don’t feel sick?” she said, staring at the box he threw out. He put a hand in his pocket, shuffling in place.

“I got one of those real bad sweet tooths,” he said. “That was kind of a lot wasn’t it?” He ran his hand absentmindedly across his stomach. Oddly enough, she didn’t think his thickness was any more noticeable. A true minor snack.

“I just could never eat that many,” she said, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. He seemed happy that she wasn’t hopping on the approaching bus.

“I’m a well rehearsed performer,” he said sheepishly.

“I should have known that.” He chewed on his lip, looking like there was something he wanted to say. But Nessa turned forward, digging her ID out her purse, as they approached the door of the bar. They got stamped and made their way to order a drink. It was mildly crowded, but she could see over nobody, and decided to trail behind Declan, resting a hand on his broad back. Her slender fingers enjoyed the mildly plush feel, but she could sense the muscular power he had. He strong-armed his way through the crowd making her think of a chubby Thor, with his just shy of shoulder length hair in the back. She adjusted her bike shorts with a snap, in hopes of appeasing her arousal.

She felt stupid to have been wondering what it was about him for weeks. She wasn’t disgusted or confused, but enamored and curious. She was innately attracted to him. She had never known anyone like him, not even when she ‘used to know’ him. She was pretty happy to see he wasn’t still going by the nickname from school. Was it a Star Wars reference? A bad play on his name? It definitely could stray in more directions when his most recent size was considered, none she liked. Declan’s name was actually starting to grow on her. It was a little extra bougie, and maybe she liked it. How his family chose that name living in Greens Valley, she didn’t know, but him being from her hometown made her trust him significantly more than any other guy she had talked to at school for the past 3 years.

They found a standing table in a corner and clinked their glasses. He had a beer and Nessa a margarita. She looked at him, pursing her lips. “So you think I’m hot,” she said, blinking.

“Oh yea I do,” he said, winking and taking another drink. “I think you think you’re hot too.” She looked at him stunned. The shade.

“You think what?” she prepared to sneer at him, but was disarmed by his smile.

“Come on. I didn’t say you didn’t deserve to feel that way. It just shows. Your…,” he thought for a moment, “your confidence.”

“Okay, I guess that’s nice. Weird way to say that.” He chuckled and shrugged his big shoulders. She noticed his soft chest shift as he resettled a resting hand on the table. He was huge. And she was getting warm. She took the hair tie out of her purse and began pulling her box braids into a giant bun. She just finished as Declan was speaking again..

“I couldn’t believe you were checking me out.” Janessa slowly opened her eyes.

“I think you got it all type of twisted. You were the one looking at me with those piercing eyes of yours,” she said, making the mistake of looking into them. She stared into them wishing they could do that forever. She didn’t want anything to ruin the artificial and initial bond they had at present. She couldn’t help how attracted to him she was. She felt herself lift onto her toes and his hand came onto her back. He began to stoop his neck down, but suddenly dropped his hand and he looked up at the approaching company. She took a breath. Was she about to kiss him? Just like that?

Declan introduced her to the three guys, the same from the store earlier. They were only stopping by to tell him they were going back to the dorm. Apparently he lived in a quad with them all.

“What were we saying?” he asked, watching them leave.

“You were checking me out.”

“Naturally. I almost recognized you right away. But, I thought it was worse to be wrong if you weren’t, well you.” She acknowledged it was fair. “And you seemed to be staring at me, and not in the ‘look at that huge guy’ way.” Nessa blushed because she was truly doing a little of that too. “I know I did like a 360, or 180, whatever it is, in the fitness department,” he said, almost apologetic. She didn’t really know how to respond. What was the right thing to say? This wasn’t really a scenario she’d seen on tv or heard anyone complain about. All she knew is she didn’t want him to feel bad about it.

“The meathead look was a little overplayed, don’t you think,” she offered. He tilted his head at her and laughed big.

“You're being nice. I appreciate that. There have been some people who have openly told me how gross they think I am now.” She snapped her neck at him.

“Stop!” she said dramatically. He raised his brows in confirmation. Nessa downed the rest of her drink. “That’s pretty messed up. Some audacity.”

“Well I have been getting bigger,” he said cautiously. She noticed him watching her particularly. He didn’t say it like he was surprised or upset. She thought he might be trying to get at something. She wanted to find out.

“What’s that all about?” she asked, inspecting his body openly. He blushed hard.

“Wow. I guess I should have known you’d be even more blunt and direct off the clock.” He scratched nervously at his beard. “What’s it about? It’s uh- just happening.” He was squirming suspiciously under her gaze. Nessa’s brain chewed on the information, seeing what she could make of it.

“But you know it’s happening.” She thought aloud. “And you literally come to Crumbl every week. Maybe that was just to see me though,” she said, coyly. She couldn’t tell which version of the truth she preferred.

“I mean can it be for both reasons?” She liked that option best. She looked at him and he bit at his nails. A thought stomped across her mind. She laughed at how ridiculous it sounded.

“You're not,” she giggled, but lowered her voice, “getting big on purpose. Obviously. Right?” As soon as she looked into his eyes she knew that was exactly it. His lips had scrunched to the center of his chubby face. Her brows furrowed at him and she began imagining what he would have to do to go out of his way to gain weight. She felt her expression shift, into a conflicted one.

“I know how that might sound or seem. And obviously it’s something you can see.” She stared back at him, glancing at his plush body and back at his eyes. “I’d really feel better if you said anything at all.” He laughed nervously.

“I’m just a little surprised.” She ran her hand down her face, grimacing.

“I’m not sure if this is a good or bad reaction. So just let me know so I can get out of here or not.” She reached her hand to his arm.

“Considering you just told me something pretty…personal, I want to tell you something.” Declan’s worried expression melted to a curious one. “When I first saw you, I was just amazed at how big you were. Like damn. You know?” He snorted and nodded to the semi rhetorical question. “But you kept coming back looking even bigger. I wasn’t sure at first. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. It was making me crazy.”

“I’d say you were making that up, but why would anyone do that,” he teased, but simultaneously blushed. “Well I guess that explains everything.” She looked at him questioningly. “You were certainly checking me out, and were more attentive as time went on. I thought you might have been into me. And into me getting bigger.”

“Fatter,” she said, hushed. He looked at her amused.

“Confirmed. We got her,” he said, into an imaginary radio.

They got another drink and danced briefly to settle how horny she was feeling from the liberation of cracking open everything she had been bottling for weeks. She shuddered when she pressed her ass into his super soft body. She purposefully rocked against him, making him shake all over. She turned and finally got her lips on his. It felt like nobody else was there, and she wanted more than anything for that to be true. “Let’s go to my room.”

“I’d love to.”

They waited for the bus and Janessa could hardly believe how whisked about she felt. She wasn’t looking for any engagement with boys and here she was dragging Declan the giant to her single to satisfy her burning desire. She pulled out her phone and handed it to him with the contact page open, after leaning into him with his arm wrapped around her. The feeling of his body shielding her and his massive frame supporting them, was unlike anything she’d ever thought possible. What reason had she ever had to write off fat guys? She just blindly bought into the mess? She guessed so. She felt alive now.

He followed her into her building and up a flight of stairs. He was surprisingly light on his feet for being so massive. She dug her key out of her bag and Declan's belly was pressed to her back as his forearms rested in the door frame. She reached her other hand behind her and grabbed his belly a little, feeling a greater urgency to get inside. She spun around and backed onto her bed, as he closed the door behind him. The moonlight shown through the skylight, and paired with the room's soft glow from strung up fairy lights, the room had a mystical feeling. “I want to see,” she said breathlessly. He practically gloated in her admiration.

“I’d hoped you’d feel that way,” he winked, lifting his t-shirt up and over his head. He had a large and expansive belly that hung an inch or two past his beltline. She loved how smooth his complexion was, aside from the occasional birthmark or stretch marks, which looked fresh. He took his hands to the sides of his gut and gave it a satisfying shake. “Ugh. That feels so good,” he sighed.

“Declan, you are fatter than you let on,” she gasped.

“Black t-shirt magic?” he joked.

“I’ll give you that one, big boy,” she said, pulling him in with her eyes. He put her hands on his belly, and he whined with the pleasure of her instant gripping of his flesh. “You must weigh so much,” she said with a gulp. He laughed, causing his body to shake in her hands.

“I do,” he teased. She ran her hands over the surface of his large appendage, trying to sum up his mass. “What would be too much?” he asked, looking like he was playing russian roulette.

Janessa bit her lip. She didn’t know how much the fattest person she knew weighed. She knew she was just over 110 herself. He had to be three times as big as her. But it sounded absurd. She was surprised when her face was suddenly pushed into his belly. He laughed, jiggling it against her face. “You play too much.” She said pulling away, only half wanting to. “Just tell me,” she begged, nibbling on his lower belly. He growled.

“I weigh 315 lbs, as of last Sunday.” She couldn’t help but imagine his weight in ritual. What was his reward for his gains? Probably more food and more gains.

“Strip and lay down,” she demanded. She tore off her clothes and mounted Declan running her fingers through his hair, brushing her breasts across his face. Her crotch had lost contact with his, as she was stretching up to kiss his lips and their height difference left her to choose. But as she ground her hips against his soft belly, she found it more than thrilling.

“You are wet as fuck, Nessa,” He breathed. He gripped her ass in his hands, slapping it a few times. Nessa gave a tentative slap to the side of his belly. He groaned in response. “Oh don’t be shy about that. Slap that gut,” he said huskily into her neck. She let go of all reservations. Slapping his belly with satisfying firm contact. Despite being so soft, his body was equally unyielding. She liked to smack it into a grab. Gripping a hand full of his gut, and knowing she could never hold it all with both, made her feel over stimulated.

She gave him a second to put on a condom and slipped onto his lap, spreading her hips to get as deep as possible. His belly pressed into her lap and lapped at her flat stomach like a wave as she rocked her hips on him. She held his belly for support and pleasure. She couldn’t stop thinking he looked like a hulking god. She slapped his belly again, and his hips started bucking under her, the power of which took her by surprise. He was slamming deeper into her and causing a most aggressive and satisfying stimulation on her end. She felt her self finishing and fell to his chest, squeezing the mounds for stability. Declan gave his final thrusts at the sound of her elated gasps, and went dormant for a moment. He got up and disposed of the condom and returned to her bed with his underwear on. The bed surprisingly didn’t protest to his presence at all. Maybe the college knew how things could go. Janessa snuggled up into him.

“That was out of this world,” He said, brushing his hair back with his hands and holding them there.

“I hadn’t ever done it quite like that. That’s for sure. You bring a little something else to the bedroom Declan.”

“Just a little bit,” he joked, smacking her hand to his belly. “I think this was fun and everything. But I don’t want you to feel like I’m going to get all weird because we had sex. Sometimes it can be a one hit wonder deal.” He scanned her face for a vibe check.

“I don’t know why you’re saying that.”

“I just don’t want there to be any unnecessary pressure.”

“Where am I gonna find another you, Declan?”

“I admit, you’d be hard pressed. I’m pretty special,” he said with a flutter of his lashes and a flash of his smile. His double chin adorably pushed under his facial hair. “You sure you wouldn’t be too embarrassed to be with a growing guy like me?”

“I’m not worried about it,” she said with such conviction, that he didn’t ask further. Janessa’s brain started racing to where they could go and how excited she was at the chance to witness it. She would get to jiggle his new pounds and encourage him to expand and pull bigger numbers on the scale. Declan interrupted her time traveling.

“You wouldn’t happen to have any Crumbl cookies here, would you?” He asked, scratching at his belly. The corners of her mouth curled up. She did.

“Looks like you are getting a six pack, Declan,” she said, jostling his belly and retrieving the box from her mini fridge.

“Hopefully to be followed by many more,” he said, stilling his shaking with a firm hand.

“I’ll be sure of it," she answered.

[cringelordofchaos]

plum peach is literally just sashanne. fight me on this

[qbdatabase]

Cheer Up: Love and Pompoms by Crystal Frasier Annie is a smart, antisocial lesbian starting her senior year of high school under pressure to join the cheerleader squad to round out her college applications. Her former friend BeeBee is a people-pleaser—a trans girl who must keep her parents happy with her grades and social life to keep their support of her transition. View the full summary and rep info on wordpress or check it out for free from the Queer Liberation Library!

[trans-corvo]

I need book recs (especially audiobooks). I've listened to like 13 Discworld books and I love them but I need something different to keep me going during my night shifts.

I'll read anything if it's interesting enough, my only hard no is YA. I'm especially interested in genre fiction that actually gets creative with its world (fantasy that isn't medieval Europe with dragons, sci-fi that's more than just spaceships and robots, etc.) Queer stuff is also good, but it's so hard finding anything that isn't YA and/or about two generically pretty twenty-somethings. Actually, bonus points for anything with a protagonist who is 30+, fat, unattractive, trans-masc, or non-human.