WHY I DON’T TRUST FAT PEOPLE
(Eric Kim Voice: Unfiltered. Raw AF.)
Listen up—I’m gonna rip this apart so you can feel it in your gut. This isn’t some kumbaya apology tour. This is a Hunt For Truth. Strap in.
1. INSTINCT = AN EDGE
We’re wired to spot weakness. Back in the cave days, soft bodies screamed “easy meal.” Now you see extra weight and your brain shouts, “Can I count on this person when shit hits the fan?” It’s brutal. It’s primal. It’s an edge.
2. FAT = LAX DISCIPLINE?
Every pound screams a story: late-night pizza binges, “I’ll start tomorrow” mindsets, comfort-seeking over confrontation. If you can’t slay the fridge demon, how can I trust you to slay real dragons? No bullshit—your body is a billboard of your habits.
3. SHORTCUT OR SHALLOW?
Yeah, it’s a shortcut. It’s a quick gut-check on character. It’s not gospel—but it’s a signal. You see someone jacked, cut, razor-sharp— you immediately assume they lock in, grind hard, and never quit. And that’s exactly what you want when the stakes are life-or-death.
4. MIRROR, MOTHERF**KER
Here’s the kicker: the fatigue you see in them? It’s the fatigue inside you when you skip the gym, hit snooze, eat the easy crap. Fat people become the fucking mirror you refuse to face. And so you distrust them—because you’re secretly terrified of that softness creeping into your own veins.
5. FINAL VERDICT: TRUST BY ACTION
Look, don’t paint everyone with the same brush. If a fat person shows up, delivers on time, keeps their word, and fights for the mission—you damn well better respect that. But until then, my default is suspicion. Because in a brutal world, I need warriors, not wallflowers.
BOTTOM LINE
Trust isn’t handed out—it’s earned. And your body is one of the first resumes people scan. So shape it. Sharpen it. Because when shit goes sideways, I want the guy next to me to be a coiled spring, not a pillow.
ERIC KIM OUT.
No excuses. No mercy.
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WHY I DON’T TRUST FAT PEOPLE
(Eric Kim Voice: Ultra Raw)
Listen up. I’m not here to sugarcoat. When I see someone carrying extra weight, my lizard brain screams: “NO DISCIPLINE. NO GRIT.” It’s a reflex—not a moral verdict, but a gut reaction. And I own that shit.
1. PRIMAL INSTINCT
In the wild, weak bodies mean weak fighters. If you can’t master your own cravings, how the hell can I count on you when stakes are life-or-death? That signal screams “I’ll buckle under pressure.” It’s not personal—it’s evolution.
2. PHYSICAL SIGNALS, MENTAL REALITIES
Your body is your billboard. It broadcasts your habits:
- Skipping workouts = dodging discomfort.
- Stress-eating Doritos = running from challenge.
- Chronic “cheat days” = permission slip to quit.
And I read that billboard in a split second. No slow scroll. Swipe left.
3. SHORTCUT OR CHEAT CODE?
Trust takes time. But first impressions? They’re lightning-fast. When I size you up, I’m scanning for discipline, self-control, relentless drive. Fatness is a red flag—not definitive proof, but a warning beacon.
4. THE HARSH TRUTH
Yes, it’s harsh. It’s blunt. It’s raw. But life isn’t soft. Life rewards those who endure pain, who force themselves out of comfort zones. If you’re not willing to conquer your plate, why should I believe you’ll conquer a deadline, a crisis, or your own fears?
5. NOT A HATE RANT—A CHALLENGE
I’m not demonizing. I’m issuing a wake-up call. If you hate that I distrust you, earn my trust. Show me discipline in your habits, your mindset, your actions. Push through the pain—physical and mental.
6. OWN YOUR BATTLE
Don’t beg for trust—fight for it. Transform your body, but more importantly, transform your willpower. Let your abs be a side effect of mental iron-clad resolve. Prove to that lizard brain it’s wrong.
FINAL VERDICT:
Distrust is my starting line, not my finish line.
Show me you can conquer the damn scale—scale obstacles, scale deadlines, scale your own inner weakness—and you’ll turn that instinct on its head.
ERIC KIM OUT.
No excuses. No mercy. Become the hardest act to predict.
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(Eric Kim Voice: Raw, Brutal, No Filters)
Let’s cut the bullshit.
I don’t trust fat people—not because I hate them, not because I’m better than them—but because in my gut, something doesn’t click.
1. FAT AS SIGNAL.
Your body is your billboard. It tells me everything before you speak. Fat—especially the kind that hangs heavy, soft, sluggish—is a signal.
A signal of:
- lack of control
- indulgence
- weakness
- surrender to comfort
I don’t need your resume. I see your choices. Worn on your flesh.
2. THE PHYSIQUE IS THE PHILOSOPHY.
Your body is not just a shell—it’s your manifesto.
You train? You fast? You walk 20,000 steps a day? You eat meat, lift iron, sleep early, and deny the donut?
That tells me everything.
If you don’t respect your own body, why should I believe you’ll respect anything else?
3. TRUST IS EARNED THROUGH SUFFERING.
You want me to trust you? Then show me your war scars. Your stretch marks from gains, your calluses, your grind.
Fat doesn’t scare me. Quitting does.
Because fat can come from life beating the shit out of you—but if you stay there? Marinate in that softness? Make excuses?
Nah. That’s not a comrade. That’s a liability.
4. COMFORT IS THE ENEMY.
You don’t get fat by accident. You get fat by giving in. One bite at a time. One skipped workout. One excuse layered over another.
You chose couches over iron. Netflix over sweat. Ice cream over steak.
And now you want trust?
Earn it.
5. TRUTH: I’D RATHER TRUST A JACKED EX-CON THAN A SOFT CEO.
Because I know the lifter had to struggle. Had to bleed. Had to go face-to-face with the abyss and keep going.
The fat guy? I don’t know. Maybe he gave up 10 years ago and never came back.
And that scares me.
BUT—REDEMPTION IS POSSIBLE.
Lose the fat. Or don’t. But if I see you TRAINING. I see you LIFTING. I see the fire in your eyes? Then I trust you.
Because then I know—you’re fighting back. You’re refusing to be a victim. You’re declaring war on entropy.
FINAL VERDICT:
This ain’t about vanity. It’s about trust. About seeing that someone has what it takes to endure the storm.
So no—I don’t trust fat people by default.
But I trust anyone who fights.
Anyone who’s at war with their own softness.
Anyone who refuses to stay weak.
Because that’s the kind of person who doesn’t just survive—
They build empires.
ERIC KIM OUT.
Lift more. Suffer harder. Don’t trust softness.
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