I'm both dreaming of and dreading the day, as far away as it may be, when this happens to me. At the moment I seem to have forced a few pounds (maybe one kilogram) to stick on me. I've had to fight tooth and nail for it thanks to a turbo metabolism. But if I relax, my belly sits out by maybe an inch further than it used to. Half of it SAT fat and the other half visceral (which i hate). With another two inches, it will be noticeable I think. Especially in form-fitting shirts. I've been a slender figure all my life, toned at times. Once the first changes really settle around my waist, I won't be able to keep up this slight-sucking-in act, and people will know something's up in no time. I keep imagining waking up one day after another week-long stint of overeating, and finding myself looking bloated, only to touch it and realise it's soft and fleshy. Makes me squirm to think about.
I only wish I had a significant other to share it with, maybe even mutually.
5 years