When an assclown is afflicted with this terrible disease commonly known as Internet Troll Personality Disorder or ITPD is characterized by rather sad attention-seeking behaviour. Chronic Troll Syndrome (CTS) is an interwebz disease that is generally present in assclowns. It causes the given assclown to be unable to tell the difference between the interwebz and IRL limits.

They have not mastered the art of wanking well enough that they instead, spend hours trolling the interwebs boosting their pathetic ego’s by insulting people thus making them feel slightly powerful for a nano second when they recieve an angry reply.

Most assclowns believe that they are, in fact, funny. Anyone who does not agree with them is obviously either generically of course: overly sensitive, power mad, angry, has no life, no sense of humor, or is a combination of two or all of these. In many instances, one can see where the assclown has in fact fucked up but is too wrapped in their own little laugh to notice how much of a dork they have really been.

That’s when you get to laugh.

These assclowns are the most easy to identify, as they often stop leaving comments when it is obvious even to a monkey with a brain tumor that they have fucked it up, or when you see a comment that begins with telling the owner of the site/picture/story/etc that they suck for no good reason or the spamming generates towards incoherent one sentence insults or general basic kindergarten insults that anyone could come up with. A functional brain and creativity are not an assclown’s strong points.

Approach with extreme caution. Being pondscum assclowns normally bring with them a very strong odour of stupidity.

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Lilly you are beautiful, intelligent and damn sexy. Fuck them xxx

Fuck the idiots who live to put down others. Really. Between your talent for writing, compassion for others, and natural beauty, I think whomever said that is a shallow, hollow person. You are a beautiful person, Doll. Inside AND out.

XO

I think they feel okay with belittling you not just because you’re fat, but also because you’re a woman. There’s more than a whiff of misogyny here.

As I said to you in an IM, the smart, kind, sexy, intelligent sex blogger community thinks you’re fabulous. And that’s what counts.

18′s such young age to be labeled “that guy who can’t tell the difference between his ass and a hole in the ground” for the rest of your life. For the love of Pete, pull your head out of the sand.

Many of my friends commenting here have seen the whole thread, starting with the first reply as “blog war is go”. Nice. They also read the emails between Rob and I that he so kindly posted for you all to read and laugh over. But it’s these that really hurt me, these that brought on the “troll” term because he was trying to upset me and trying to get more responses for which he could entertain the troops.

I wrote: “No, actually, I’m NOT ok with you and your members publicly ridiculing me. You know what? It’s not nice. It’s hurtful, and it’s mean. When you go and do your Freak of the Day against a celebrity or a nobody that you read an article about once online, that’s a bit damn different from doing this to someone’s face. Which, since you decided to link to my post and the site pinged it so that I know about it….it IS to my face, at least in my opinion.

Does it make you guys feel good to do that? No, really, I’d like to know.
Do you get enjoyment out of hurting people? Does it make you giggle to know that the nasty words made me cry for a minute?”

And then Rob (and the collective? the board members?) wrote: “I’m sorry you’re upset, but on a website where you openly call yourself fat, post pictures of food, and your boobs, what would you expect the outcome to be? I didn’t write that article; I just read it today because of your email, but now that I’m involved…I have many questions:

Why would you care what we write? Did you think the author of that post was THAT hard on you? It seemed kind of complimentary.

My board members want to know:

My board members want to know if your tears smell like gravy. Do they? And if so, what kind: Fresh or canned?

Are you fat because you were pregnant and never lost the weight? Still pregnant? Glandular? Laziness?

Do you have a rascal? How do you feel about them as a mode of transportation?

Are you allowed to go on amusement park rides or Segways? Are you excluded from them.

What’s your favorite food? And don’t say everything.

Have you ever put chapstick on your lips, liked the smell of it and ate your chapstick?

Was the Haiti quake caused by you falling out of bed looking for a gummy bear that unstuck out of your knee fat?”

Prior to this I was NOT attacking Rob, I simply emailed him because he is the site owner.

Then you guys actually took the time to hunt down my damn Twitter account and start posting my tweets when I said I was upset, more fodder for them to laugh about. It’s this that I find appalling. That the more hurt I am, the more the members of that board seem to enjoy it.

I was upset as well because, as you pointed out, the writer of the post is telling everyone how I claim I’m healthy and that all fat people are healthy. Nope, never once said that and in fact I’ve said the opposite quite a few times.

It doesn’t matter now. I’m not going back to read any more of what is said there, and I’m done feeling hurt. I know what I am, I know I’m more than my numbers on a scale, and I know what I’m doing to better myself.

Short story — a little over two years ago I hit 200 pounds and was dreadfully out of shape. I started riding my bike and at first would have to rest every mile or so. I can now bike 30 – 50 mile easy. I signed up for a karate class and the first day, couldn’t do a single push up nor run a single lap around the mat. I can now do over 40 push-ups (on knees but full body to the ground) and can run one mile, and have advanced to a green belt and knock grown men on their assess when I spar. A little later I started working with a weight trainer. I can now press out 2 sets of 20 reps of over 300 pounds with my legs. Surprisingly, I didn’t lose a lot of weight (maybe 5 pounds total over the first 18 months or so) but the shape of my body changed somewhat and I felt GREAT! Last summer, I cut my caloric intake to an average of 1200 per day and have lost another 10 – 15 pounds. I’ve stalled again at around 175 but so what? My goal was to feel better and “become an athlete.” Success!

When I found your blog a few months ago, you became one of my inspirations. In fact, your beautiful photos helped me more than any other when I decided to start participating in HNT. Your beautiful influence, intelligent, grace, humor, and delicious pride is a gift. I’m sure I speak for many others when I say your blog has literally improved my (and my husband’s!) life and helped me learn to enjoy my body a little more.

Thank you Lily. Keep up the great work!

~ Yay for you hon! I’m flattered to have been an inspiration. But can you be my long-distance drill sergent?? haha, you rock!

~ Well technically if you go to the forum/site, the site owner’s address IS there……..but yes it would be petty. People think that ripping others to shreds is funny. *shrugs* sometimes it is.

I love where you’re going with this blog lately, and I’ve been loving your pieces on EC. Not because you want to lose weight, but becuase you want to take care of yourself and your health. You want to feel good. You’re realizing that you *deserve* to feel good. That you deserve to look good (which means taking care of yourself, “regaining your femme” because you want to, not losing weight).

You’re amazing, and I’m glad you’re starting to realize it. I’m also really proud of you for this post, because you were able to take a step back and realize that the problem lies with him and not with you, instead of letting it get you too far down.

<3

~Thank you dear. I admit that I had my weak moments of tears and feeling like the little girl on the playground surrounded by dirt-kicking peers, but I’m over it. It’s a long, long slow road for me, one with many forks and temptations and forkfuls of cheesecake but I’ll get there eventually.