For the last few weeks, I’ve been mixing the leftovers my family leaves with my next meal. My plate turns into a mountain of meats, cheesy things, and sauces. I can’t stop. They’ve already scolded me a lot, saying it’s too much, but honestly, when I eat I feel happy…and when I finish, it’s almost depressing. I eat slowly to enjoy absolutely everything. Well… I’m trying to do it less often anyway. I don’t know anyone in my city who still enjoys a chubby trans girl. If only there were a community, but everyone here is either too shy or too judgmental haha.
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