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When I was 16 or 15 I went to fat camp. Ok , you say. I went for Eight weeks. That is two months. And fat camp, is not camp. It is a series of psychologically fucked up events that pose as reality, but they are really fat camp reality which none but the experienced can understand. You see, it is a microcosmic society. A complete ecosystem/democracy/communistic world encased within the mountains of a far away "retreat." And because of this, I am left with a burning fascination for such the establishment at which I stayed several years ago. So here, for mostly my own amusement, I will write and write and write more about the endless stories, unknown facts, and fucking insanity of what I have accepted as a very real and very warped part of my teenagehood. Fat. |