u/cgchloyo

I’m so conflicted on how to feel about that when I started gaining, I wanted to be an organized, high maintenance fatty that despite being a total hog isn’t actually disgusting. After gaining over 200 pounds now, that hasn’t been my reality lately. I’m too messed up to be a normal fat girl. I’m too obsessed with being a pig that it’s become easier to not care about brushing my hair, putting on clothes, and doing my makeup. Those things don’t make me fatter so who cares? Deep down I hate it, but I can’t make myself stop. A couple years ago I would’ve been too ashamed to admit to it, but it turns me on how shameful I’ve let myself become

She was beautiful, thin, smart, and bright young lady with the perfect grades, guys had a crush on her, she was one of the popular girls. However, things took a turn then: She began change her image gaining weight. She was doing it everyday, her body began to break down, she started to get larger. She then dropped out of college not finishing a semester to began focusing on her weight gain. She kept eating and eating and eating. She then enjoyed what her body was going, so she began to achieve another goal, becoming morbidly obese. She spent days in her apartment being lazy, pigging out, playing with her belly. Family and friends began to worry, however she was enjoying her dark turn. Then she got to a point where her body began to give in becoming immobile. The girl anyone knew has become the greedy, dumb, gluttonous, shameless fat woman ruining her body and completely degraded herself, just the way she likes it.