Getting fatter than my sister.
Strap in this is probably gonna be a longer story than I anticipate but something I feel I need to share, the right people will love my story.
So I (25f) currently weigh 430lbs and my sister (31f) weighs around 200lbs, in the last 7 years we have almost completely swapped roles, in both size and personality.
So when I was 18 I played netball to a fair standard, never good enough to pursue it professionally but I was one of the better players on my team, I probably weighed around 190lbs at that time. My sister, 26 at that point, had just left a relationship with someone who wasn’t the best to her. Throughout that relationship she had gained a significant amount of weight mainly due to depression, she was nearing 400lbs. It didn’t help that my family wasn’t kind to her about her weight, she knew she was fat yet it’s all anyone seemed to remind her about. I have to admit I’d sometimes talk to her about losing weight like she didn’t know she needed to.
After leaving that asshole she opted to have a gastric bypass and was told she would need to lose around at least 50lbs before they could operate on her, the waiting list for the nhs was around 3 years so she began her weight loss journey and had her bypass 3 year or so later.
I was active, playing netball, doing pretty good in sixth form, to be honest I was HOT, I was the jewel of my family, then I snapped my ACL in the summer before I left for university, I had an operation to repair it and had to do physio for around 3 months. That’s when I started gaining weight, in those 3 short months I’d crossed over into 200lbs, I quickly discovered that I didn’t hate the new weight and really enjoyed the freedom it gave me to eat whatever I wanted to.
So I left for university, I lived on campus and my accom was about 3 minutes away from my building and the student union. I rarely did more than 2 or 3 thousand steps a day, coupled with my new appetite I quickly started to pile on more and more weight, in the end of my first year I was up to around 240lbs. My sister had lost around 20lbs in her first year of losing weight and was well on track to be eligible for her surgery.
The next significant stage of my weight gain was my fourth and last year of uni, I’d been gaining at the same pace, eating without a care, met a guy who didn’t mind a bigger girl and by my last semester I was 22 and around 330lbs. My sister had continued her weight loss steadily, she’d had plenty of hiccups along the way but by the time of my final year she was also down to around 310lbs.
The summer I came home I began living with her instead of at my parents house, I noticed that for the first time in our lives, my mum who was usually pretty good at getting our names right besides the odd occasion when she’d call us the cats name, had started mixing our names up by accident, calling me my sisters name before quickly correcting herself. At this point my sister had had her bypass and had also began giving me her old clothe (and vice versa) instead of us having to buy completely new wardrobes.
To keep this story relatively short, I’ll now explain where we are today. My sister having had her surgery and successfully losing the majority of her weight, is now about 200lbs at 31 years old, she’s now looking at loose skin surgeries. She has become active, she’s regularly in the gym, she takes far better care of herself, she looks beautiful 24/7, always does her make up and hair, she is completely the apple of my mums eye.
I have outgrown my sisters clothes that she wore at her biggest. I sit here horny as fuck at 25 years old, bigger than my ever sister was. My family makes constant comments about my weight, my mum still calls me my sisters name by accident, I haven’t stepped foot in a gym for 7 years, I eat like shit all the time, only get attention from fat admirers and feeders, and I absolutely love it. Now my sister is the one who asks me about losing weight, she always invites me to the gym with her or asks me if I want to start a diet with her, the truth is, I simply don’t want to. I love hearing the comments, I love how much more I struggle, I love every humiliating detail, and the food! Oh the food!
That’s how I have completely outgrown my sister, she can enjoy being young and hot and beautiful, I can enjoy unlimited food, teasing and feeders!