Amy Slaton, known from the show 1000-Lb Sisters, has amazed her fans by losing an incredible 176 pounds (79.8 kg). At 36 years old, Amy proudly showed off her new look on TikTok, wearing a strapless black dress. Let’s dive into her motivating journey.
Amy has been in the spotlight for a long time.
Amy was born in Dixon, Kentucky. She has four siblings, one of whom is Tammy Slaton. Tammy is her partner in crime on the show 1000-Lb Sisters.
Amy and Tammy’s combined weight was a thousand pounds (453 kg) in the first season. This brought them into the spotlight as fans watched their journey to lose weight and improve their health. Both sisters underwent weight-loss surgery to help them become slimmer and healthier.
She overcame both emotional and physical challenges.
Amy has faced significant relationship challenges. She was previously married to Michael Halterman. They had two sons together, Gage and Glenn. Their relationship began when they were both in high school. The couple separated less than a year after their second child was born. This breakup marked a pivotal point in Amy’s life, leading to personal growth and new relationships.
Amy has a disability due to her legal blindness. She has a rare eye condition called toxoplasmosis. But Amy has not let it stop her from pursuing success.
Her fans keep supporting her.
Despite her challenges, Amy has received overwhelming support from her fans. When she shared her recent breakup with her boyfriend, fans flooded her TikTok comments with messages of encouragement. Amy responded gratefully to them.
She thanked everyone and admitted that it had been a rough few days. But she isn’t crying over spilled milk.
Amy is focusing on her overall health.
Amy’s journey isn’t just about her relationships. In December 2023, she gave an exclusive interview about prioritizing her mental health and parenting over weight loss. This decision came after her split from Michael and her diagnosis of bipolar disorder. Amy emphasized the importance of a supportive environment for her family’s happiness and growth.
Before revealing her latest weight loss, Amy shared deep reflections on her emotional strength. She shared she doesn’t wish to surround herself with those who bring her down. She added she gets hurt but doesn’t let that hold her back.
A stunning transformation.
Amy has amazed her fans by losing an incredible 176 pounds (79kg). Amy had bariatric surgery, which helped her lose a total of 136 pounds (61kg) initially. She proudly showed off her new look on TikTok, wearing a strapless black dress with bows. Her transformation is a testament to her resilience and determination.
In her TikTok post, Amy wrote a caption that mixed vulnerability with celebration. She said she was “serving body baby with a dash of low self-esteem, but doing the thing.” This update came during a tough time in her life, as she was dealing with heartbreak.
Amy’s sister Tammy also went through a wonderful transformation. Read about her story here.
My MIL Gave Away My Late Mom’s Heirloom to Her Friends — I Immediately Made Sure She’d Regret It
When I spotted a stranger wearing my late mom’s cherished necklace at a café, my world flipped. My meddling MIL had stolen it, along with other heirlooms, and lent them to her friends. Furious and betrayed, I reclaimed what was mine and plotted a lesson she’d never forget.
I’ve always prided myself on the kind of person people can count on. My husband, Michael, likes to say that my heart is my strongest muscle. It’s sweet. Corny, but sweet.
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Together, we’ve built something beautiful: a relationship rooted in respect, understanding, and love.
So when his mom, Lucille, needed a place to stay, I didn’t hesitate. She’d lost her apartment, and while she wasn’t exactly easy to live with, I couldn’t say no. Family is family, right?
“You’re sure?” Michael asked, hesitation flickering across his face. “She can be… a lot.”
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“I’m sure,” I replied. “But she has to agree to be respectful, okay? Living with us doesn’t mean she gets to do whatever she wants in our house, or with our stuff.”
My husband nodded. “I agree. I’ll speak to her and make sure she understands that.”
At first, it was fine. She could be intrusive, sure, but mostly she was just there, taking up space like an overly perfumed shadow. I chalked up her quirks to the adjustment period.
Until the necklace incident.
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My best friend Tara and I had planned a brunch date at the café on Maple, a little spot with sticky tabletops and the best lattes in town. We’d just settled in when I noticed a group of middle-aged women laughing at a nearby table.
One of them was wearing my mother’s necklace.
My stomach dropped. There was no mistaking the familiar glint of gold, or the intricate filigree on the pendant that had been in my family for generations.
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That necklace wasn’t just a valuable piece of jewelry either, it was her… my mom. The piece she’d worn to weddings and graduations and everyday errands. The one she’d entrusted to me before cancer took her away.
“What’s wrong?” Tara asked, following my gaze.
“That woman’s wearing Mom’s necklace! How… I’ll be right back,” I said, rising on shaky legs.
I approached the woman, my heart hammering.
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“Excuse me?” My voice cracked as I approached her table.
She looked up, startled but polite. “Yes?”
“Your necklace,” I said, pointing with a shaky finger. “Where did you get it?”
“Oh, this?” She touched the pendant, her brow furrowing. “My friend Lucille lent it to me. Said it was just some old junk from her daughter-in-law’s late mother. She insisted I take it.”
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Lucille!
My ears rang. “Really? Because Lucille is my mother-in-law, and that’s my necklace. It’s one of my most treasured possessions, too, not a piece of junk, and I never said she could lend it out to anyone.”
The woman’s face crumpled as she reached for the clasp. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. She made it sound like… oh God. I’ll give it back.”
“And the rest of it,” I added, sweeping my gaze across the table like a prosecutor delivering a final blow. The air around me seemed to thicken as I recognized each piece, a fresh wave of anger rising with every discovery.
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The women exchanged uneasy glances. One by one, they began fumbling with their jewelry. Karen, a woman wearing one of Mom’s brooches, looked at me with wide, guilt-ridden eyes.
“We truly didn’t know,” she stammered, her fingers trembling as she unclasped it. “Lucille made it seem like it was no big deal.”
“She lied,” I replied flatly, extending my hand. “Please, just give them back.”
There were murmurs of embarrassment and whispered apologies as the others followed Karen’s lead.
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Rings slipped off fingers, bracelets were pulled from wrists, and necklaces were unfastened with hurried movements. By the time the last piece was handed over, my pockets bulged with stolen memories. Yet instead of relief, I felt only a simmering fury.
“She said they were just sitting around,” another woman said hesitantly, her voice low. “We had no idea.”
I nodded stiffly, though my heart ached. These weren’t just objects. They were fragments of my mom’s life that I thought I’d kept safe.
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“I know you didn’t,” I said quietly. “It’s not your fault.”
As I turned to leave, I forced myself to walk calmly, though every step felt like an effort not to burst into tears or scream into the open air. Outside, Tara was waiting by the car, her face tense with concern.
“Did you get it all back?” she asked as I slid into the driver’s seat.
“Yeah. But this isn’t over.”
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The faint jingle of the heirlooms in my pocket was the only sound as I gripped the steering wheel tightly and stared ahead, swallowing my emotions.
At home, the scent of cheap lavender slapped me in the face the moment I entered Lucille’s room. Her presence lingered, as suffocating as her perfume. It clung to everything: the curtains, the bedding, and even the damn air.
Her jewelry box sat open on the dresser, its contents shimmering like a taunt.
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I stepped closer, the floor creaking underfoot. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror, my expression hard and unyielding. This wasn’t me; this simmering ball of anger and betrayal. But Lucille had pushed me too far.
Then the idea struck.
If Lucille wanted to play lending library, fine. But she wasn’t going to use my family’s legacy.
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I gathered every piece of her jewelry I could find — necklaces, bracelets, the works — and reached out to her friends.
Karen, the ringleader of the brunch group, was the first to respond.
“Think you and the others would mind helping me teach her a lesson?” I asked.
Karen, bless her, laughed. “Oh honey, we’re in.”
A few days later, Lucille invited her friends over for tea and I set my plan in motion.
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I watched from the shadows of the hallway as her friends arrived, each one adorned in her jewelry. Karen’s coat bore Lucille’s infamous rhinestone brooch, catching the light every time she moved.
Another woman wore the chunky gold necklace Lucille always bragged about at family dinners, while someone else twirled her fingers, stacked with Lucille’s signature cocktail rings.
Lucille, oblivious at first, poured tea and chattered about nothing, her voice loud and grating as usual. Then she froze.
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Her gaze landed on Karen’s brooch, and her smile faltered. Her eyes darted from one woman to the next, and with each new piece of jewelry she recognized, her face turned a deeper shade of red.
“What-what’s going on?” she stammered, her tone sharp with suspicion.
Karen, bless her, played it cool. “What’s wrong, Lucille? You’re happy to let us borrow these, aren’t you?”
Lucille’s teacup rattled as she set it down, her hand trembling.
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“That’s my jewelry! What are you all doing wearing it?”
The group fell silent, shifting uncomfortably. Karen tilted her head, feigning confusion. “Wait a minute,” she said slowly. “You were fine giving away your daughter-in-law’s heirlooms. Isn’t this fair as well?”
Lucille’s eyes widened, her chest heaving with outrage. “That’s completely different! These pieces are mine!” Her voice cracked, the shrill edge betraying her panic.
That was my cue.
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I stepped into the room, the weight of my presence halting her tirade mid-sentence.
“Oh, calm down, Lucille,” I said, my tone even but laced with ice. “I thought it was only fair to return the favor. You know, since you decided my late mother’s heirlooms were yours to lend out.”
Her head snapped toward me, her face pale and panicked. “I didn’t…”
“Don’t even try,” I interrupted.
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“You knew exactly what you were doing. You stole from me. You lied to your friends. And you insulted my mother’s memory by calling her legacy ‘old junk.’”Her face paled, the bravado draining away. “I-I didn’t mean…”
“It doesn’t matter what you meant,” I said sharply. “You crossed a line. A massive one. And I’m done letting you disrespect me.”
Lucille’s voice dropped to a whimper. “Please don’t call the police.”
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“I should,” I said. “You don’t just get to steal and lie without consequences.”
That night, Lucille packed her things and left. Michael helped her carry her suitcases to the car, his silence saying everything. It didn’t erase the betrayal, but it helped.
Lucille’s friends, furious at being lied to, cut ties with her until she apologized to me as well as them. Even then, I made it clear: she was never to be left alone in my home again.
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I locked my mother’s jewelry in a safe that same night. When I looked at the necklace, now safely back where it belonged, I felt a bittersweet relief. It reminded me of Mom’s love, of her strength. And of my own.
Because in the end, Lucille may have tried to take a piece of my mother’s legacy, but she couldn’t take the lesson I learned: sometimes, being a good person means standing up for yourself.
Here’s another story: When I arrived at the hospital to bring home my wife and newborn twins, I was met with heartbreak: Suzie was gone, leaving only a cryptic note. As I juggled caring for the babies and unraveling the truth, I discovered the dark secrets that tore my family apart.
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