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The Cheek 010: Remi Bader's audience is pissed and on being a lowkey Disney Adult

Welcome to “The Cheek.” My weekly, sometimes snarky, brain dump, typically fueled by TikTok brain rot. Enjoy.

Remi Bader, I told you so.

Remi Bader recently went on Khloe Kardashian’s podcast and broke the news that she had bariatric surgery. After building her following off the backs of curvy and plus-sized women, advocating for size inclusivity, it turns out she wanted to be skinny the whole time. While most of her followers seem to agree that she has every right to lose weight, they can’t get over how she lied about it for nearly two years.

After years of “realistic try-ons” and plus-size problem rants, Bader announced that she would no longer be discussing her body. What seemed like a new boundary was just a way for her to lose weight via surgery while avoiding all questions about the ordeal. The worst part? She alluded that the 150-pound weight loss was all thanks to diet and exercise, and she blocked anyone who speculated otherwise. Oh, and her advocacy for size inclusivity? That went out the window as soon as she could fit her new bod into Revolve clothing.

Call it fat girl’s intuition, but something has always been off about Remi Bader. When she’d pop up on my FYP, I couldn’t scroll away quickly enough. There’s something about building your entire brand around your body size—something that you can choose to change at any time—that doesn’t sit right with me. To me, it was also clear that she never actually loved her body at all. No shade to her fans, but she admitted to trying GLP-1s in the past and complained about her size more than she accepted it. So why are they so surprised she decided to lose weight at all costs? She was clearly miserable, and you know what they say about misery and company.

So maybe her followers are part of the problem too. Sure, there’s a sense of betrayal—a broken trust between her and her audience—but I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t some mean-girl, frenemy energy happening here. You know the type: the toxic friend who suddenly has so much to say when you skip dessert or want to go for a walk on vacation.

Anyway. That’s all I’ll say before I get blocked too.

I’m not a Disney Adult, I’m an Epcot Adult.

When we moved to Florida three years ago, I pictured a life full of beach weekends in April and Magic Kingdom fireworks on random Friday nights. The windows open in January while I cooked a beautiful meal, full of locally sourced ingredients I bought at the farmer’s market that weekend.

Well… I haven’t been to the beach once. Our local farmer’s market has, like, three vegetables. And the 45-minute drive to Disney makes spontaneous pop-ins few and far between.

Moving to the outskirts of Orlando was supposed to be temporary—just while we got on our feet. My husband had a major career change (with a pay cut), I got sucked into the life-coaching cult industry, and we were planning a wedding and a honeymoon all at once. So one year turned to two, and two years turned to three. Next thing you know, I’m accidentally planting roots in Lake Mary. And it’s fine, but I don’t love it here.

I didn’t give up New York City to live in a random part of Central Florida, ya know?

Luckily, this past year has been a bit of a glow-up for us both, and now… we’re moving to Disney! (well, 20 minutes away)

When some people hear how much I like Disney, they get visibly uncomfortable. They worry that behind my pink hair and band tees hides a closet full of mouse ears and princess crowns. You know the kind of Disney Adult I’m talking about. The one who waits in line to meet Mickey Mouse and listens to The Lion King soundtrack in the car.

No shade—do your thing—but that’s not me.

I am an Epcot adult. I enjoy getting my steps in around the World Showcase, cocktail in hand, sun shining on my face, waiting out my Lightning Lane for Cosmic Rewind. It’s my bliss.

Mind ya business.

I’m becoming a fashion girly.

This time next week, I plan to be writing to you from a train headed from Edinburgh to London. Just picture it: sipping a coffee in a window seat, typing away on my laptop. So lit-girl, right?

Aside from the obvious sightseeing and foodie stuff, I’m also excited about my outfits. I’m finally down to a size where I feel more comfortable playing with fashion, so I fully plan on embodying my “UK Outfit Inspo” Pinterest board. We’re doing elevated street style with an edgy twist—think leopard print, leather leggings, and combat boots.

Last time we were in the UK, on our honeymoon, I felt (and looked) like a bulky blob in my winter coat and oversized sweaters. I was deep in my “wear whatever fits” era. But not this time.

Now, if I can just get Joe to take some decent pics, I’ll be racking up the IG likes.

Anyone who’s been following for a while knows I long to be British, so you already know I’m the most excited. Our dinner reservations and tours are pretty much locked in—my itinerary game is strong—but if you’ve got recs for breakfast spots, pubs, or shops, send them my way!

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