u/Dear_Atmosphere780

I love being fat. I also loved my smaller body. I love getting stretch marks, but I fear for a future me who might want to lose weight. I don’t know. I gained 72lbs already starting at 118 and god I fucking love being a fat bitch. I want to keep going, I want to keep feeding myself, I want to go deeper, and deeper, and deeper. But I’m scared. What if? What if this what if that? I’m one of those girls made to be fat. Big butt and boobs and a proportionate belly and I just need to get out of my head. I’ve never ever gotten more comments on how banging my body is than at my biggest. 190, my little ass is 190, and everyone thinks I’m the hottest and wants a slice of my ass. Ahhhhhh. I keep telling myself no. Stop. Lose weight, stop this fetish, but I can’t. I love seeing the scale go up and growing out of clothes. Seeing the stretch marks grow and get more enflamed as my body gets softer. I always end up right back in the same place, maybe it’s time to stop fighting it.