Just venting a bit—and maybe sharing a funny little story. I’ll keep it short.
A few months ago, I decided to start gaining. I haven’t weighed myself in a while, but I’m probably around 78 kg by now. I’m still in the closet, in my early 20s, and living with my parents (life in Brazil is something else, let me tell you). I’ve been gaining in secret, aiming for something around 120 kg—not going too extreme.
Naturally, I’ve put on a bit of a belly, and my clothes have gotten noticeably tighter. My parents noticed, especially since the gain happened kind of fast. One lovely day, my mom came up to me and, with total seriousness, asked if I’d made a bet to get fat.
(A bet?? I don’t even like Truth or Dare!)
Since then, she occasionally brings it up, saying things like, “I still don’t understand why you chose to get fat... You had such a good body.” And, yeah, it makes me feel kind of bad. Part of me wants to just tell her, “I like this body type. I want this. I think it’s beautiful too.”
But... I had a tough experience with coming out once, and it left me really cautious about opening up like that again.
Anyway, that’s where I’m at. The life of a soon-to-be fat, closeted (by ignorance) gay guy in a low-budget, conservative Brazilian household. Never a dull moment. LOL
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