8 years
The striking difference between reality and fantasy
Until my family moved to America we never had enough to eat. When we arrived I was bullied for being so skinny and awkward and foreign. My whole family spent the next few years making up for time lost. Until college I was an athlete which kept me pretty skinny. Long hours working (and studying) meant that I remained athletic (and pretty skinny) until college. My freshman year roommate introduced me to this site, and eventually it was clear that we both enjoyed eating together.
About a year ago two things happened: 1) my dad had some health problems due to his size which caused me to see a doctor who read me the riot act and
a few weeks later we had a fire drill which meant I had to climb five stories to my dorm. I needed to stop several times because I was out of breath, and arrived back in my room a sweaty mess with some chafing. I dreamed about moving to San Francisco for art school, but very clearly my body was not up to the task. To make this dream happen I started walking to class, taking the stairs when it was just one or two flights and being a little more responsible with my eating. Instead of having a pint of ice cream most night to celebrate finishing homework, I took tea. I went from a double cheeseburger to just having a burger. Not big changes, but overall I've been quite surprised at how quickly my body adapted.
I remain here because the fantasy aspects of the site really intrigue me. I find the voloptous curves of larger women almost as attractive as imaginging the sway of a fat masculine body. At the same time I want to be an artist, to have a life and experience the world without a disability. I admire the sacrifices people make, because I don't want to bear the heavy burden. I'm still nearly 300 pounds and don't ever want to be a skinny minny. At the same time, I'm having so much fun that would not otherwise be possible.
About a year ago two things happened: 1) my dad had some health problems due to his size which caused me to see a doctor who read me the riot act and
a few weeks later we had a fire drill which meant I had to climb five stories to my dorm. I needed to stop several times because I was out of breath, and arrived back in my room a sweaty mess with some chafing. I dreamed about moving to San Francisco for art school, but very clearly my body was not up to the task. To make this dream happen I started walking to class, taking the stairs when it was just one or two flights and being a little more responsible with my eating. Instead of having a pint of ice cream most night to celebrate finishing homework, I took tea. I went from a double cheeseburger to just having a burger. Not big changes, but overall I've been quite surprised at how quickly my body adapted.I remain here because the fantasy aspects of the site really intrigue me. I find the voloptous curves of larger women almost as attractive as imaginging the sway of a fat masculine body. At the same time I want to be an artist, to have a life and experience the world without a disability. I admire the sacrifices people make, because I don't want to bear the heavy burden. I'm still nearly 300 pounds and don't ever want to be a skinny minny. At the same time, I'm having so much fun that would not otherwise be possible.
8 years