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accepting yourself as a fat person3 years

I have been working on getting fat for about 2 years now. My goal has been to get to around 225 pounds and stay around that weight. Since I happen to like a fairly large pot belly I wanted to make sure that the weight went right to my belly, but did not hang out but stuck out.

I found that wearing a girdle everyday really helps as I became fatter and fatter, the girdle supports my belly, and doesn't pull my bellly in, but gives my belly needed control and support. As my belly became bigger I had to change to a larger girdle.

I am in a girdle like Rago 6210 about 16 to 18 hours everyday. What I noticed when looking at myself in the mirror my belly is growing exactly the way I want it to.

I found there is a psychological component to becomming fat, by going slow it helps you accept yourself as to who you really are as a fat person, which I found to my pleasant surprise I really like being fat. I do not want to become obese, just nice and fat, but also be fit and fat.

I found that by being fit and fat I do not get out of breath when I run briskly up stairs. If I did not exercise I could see where that could easily happen.

By wearing a firm boned girdle every day my belly does not jiggle and the support is wonderful no more lower back pains, and my posture is great. I found it took a little getting use to, but now I am very comfortable in a girdle.

accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

Four years ago, when I was at a shopping mall; I decided to weigh myself on the scale at a health food store. I said to myself that I am around 210-lbs. To my amazement, I weighed in at 227.5-lbs. I've done the diets and weight loss challenges; in order to drop some pounds. That didn't last long. Earlier this year, I went from 235-lbs. to 226-lbs. in a weight loss challenge. Only to regain the pounds that I had lost. I never was in denial of being or becoming fat. When I first hit 200-lbs., I accepted the fact of being fat. Now, I'm in the 230's, I'm proud of the fact that I am fat.

accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

chubbydiva:
Four years ago, when I was at a shopping mall; I decided to weigh myself on the scale at a health food store. I said to myself that I am around 210-lbs. To my amazement, I weighed in at 227.5-lbs. I've done the diets and weight loss challenges; in order to drop some pounds. That didn't last long. Earlier this year, I went from 235-lbs. to 226-lbs. in a weight loss challenge. Only to regain the pounds that I had lost. I never was in denial of being or becoming fat. When I first hit 200-lbs., I accepted the fact of being fat. Now, I'm in the 230's, I'm proud of the fact that I am fat.
I feel the same way. While am aware that being smaller may or may not bennifit my life in terms of longevity, am okay with being on the heavier side until I find a reason to slim down. I have not faired out well in losing weight so far so I'm content with being pleasingly plump.

accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

It was only after I crossed the 300 pound threashold that I felt that I was heavy enough to call myself fat. That is what I wanted to be. Since then I have put on a lot more weight. You have to accept that you are fat when your weight affects everything you do or cannot do.

accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

bills225:
When I got over 225 pounds I started to see myself as a fat person. My body felt different. I was softer and bigger than ever before. I moved differently, slower. Getting out of breath when briskly going up stairs was another indicator. All of my clothes for differently and I was buying bigger sizes than ever before.

My diet changed. I went from questioning food choices to eating whatever I wanted, when I wanted. It was at this point that I saw myself as a fat person who could eat whatever I wanted since I wasn't trying to lose any weight. At that point I was happy that I had become a fat person and embraced it. I've only gotten happier since then.


This me to a t. I eat what I want, how much I want, when and as I want. Just today I bought a few new pants and shirts in a larger size. Time to start weeding out the old ones. In the fitting room mirror I saw how fat I've gotten, and I liked what I saw.

That's a big difference from when I fat shamed myself before I accepted being fat. Not only accepting it, but liking it.

I'm about 5'5" and just hit 225. I've been at 230 before but this time I'm going for 250-260. Depending on how I physically handle the weight I'd even go for 280. I think that would presume getting back in the gym and packing on muscle weight too.

This is a physique I can deal with.
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accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

jrm:
Anyone out there decided that 2016 is the year you accept yourself as being fat if you haven't already?
I did that this year. I'm finally doing what I want with my body.

accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

jrm:
Even though I am now over 300 lbs, I must admit until very recently I saw this as a temporary state. I had always thought that I would reach a point and say "ok fun's over" and diet and exercise down to what I believed a more normal weight.

LilRascl:
Me too! I've always been on the curvy/chunky side and for most of my adult life I was a small BBW in the low 200-220 lbs range. Then a medication made me lose a bunch of weight, and I simply could not accept myself as a smaller person. Part of that was why I started to gain a little more than 2 years ago.

Flash forward to now and nearly 120lbs fatter. I'm solidly over 300lbs and my body and appetite have both undergone major changes. I'm only full if I'm stuffed, I order fast food for imaginary people (me) all the time, and the thought of getting even fatter still turns me on like nothing else, despite having blown past my original goal 40 lbs ago. My belly has grown disproportionately since then, resulting in a bulging spare tyre so big and jiggly that it wobbles to it's own separate rhythm when I walk. If it sounds like I'm getting a little poetic, it's because I'm in love.

With that, it's starting to dawn on me that maybe I'm not just popping up to 300 for a quick visit, and 300 may not be the fattest I get... I'm only planning on another 10 lbs, but I've been saying that every 10 lbs since 260! What's funny is that I had a very well developed and comfortable identity as a fat person, but that's not the same as being a very fat person (although it did mean I'd made peace with my body and society long ago). It's obviously not as dramatic a change as someone going from actually thin to fat would experience, but it' seen significant for me!

I will say that I feel more at ease with other fat people, but for me it's mostly about adjusting to the changes. I'm much slower now, especially if I've recently put on a few and my muscles aren't used to it yet! For some reason new weight makes my lower back ache like crazy if I have to walk any real distance without stopping for a break, so I'm getting used to planning them in. Same thing with my commute time- I now count the walk from the car to wherever. I'm making an effort to learn how to dress in a way that I feel looks cute and accommodates my belly comfortably, because now it's this big soft but unyielding thing that sort of demands to be dealt with in all sorts of ways. I travel with an extender, and if I get much bigger I'm going to have to get one for my car. I'm somewhere between disbelief and taking these milestones in stride.

The thought of fully giving in to life as a 300-something pounder is more exciting than it is worrying, so I guess I'm on my way! Acceptance certainly feels a lot more likely than a diet smiley


I agrew with you guys. I was 255 after dieting from 290. And I just rememeber being done. My original goal was 300 and when I hit it I was so exited. I ate so much out of pure bliss that day and the next celibrating. I then set a goal for 340. And the bigger I got the more I knew deep in side that just wasn't going to be enough, so I bumped it up to 350, and now the goal is 360 and I already know that isn't going to be enough. I m at 340 as of about a month ago. But idk how accurate. That is cuz the scale broke right after the number came up lol. That really exited me! I also just eat as a very fat person does. Any were any time with any one around. I just don't care. I would to find friends that are fat so we can all just pig out all the time and not get eyes from your friends. But I also love that. It's a huge part of being fat. When people bring up how fat u are. It makes tingly and happy and makes me want to eat more. Going more into the fat life style....if I get much fatter I'm going to have have to get a bigger truck. That was the reallaity check I've really had that tells me I'm getting. really fat. I mean they say over 350 is super sized.......I almost wanna say I can't wait!!

accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

I was a dystrophic. After 3 years of weight gain, I do not like to look at lean people. I forgot how people walk on bones instead of legs. I do not like skinny asses. I feel joy when a pot-bellied girl walks by. I "moved" into a world where "fat" means "beautiful"..

accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

At 130lbs, I don't really feel right being "a skinny person". Almost like there's a fat guy trapped in here that needs to be set free. I just wish I could come across a lot of fat friends that would help me get him out.

accepting yourself as a fat person2 years

mountain man:
As someone who loves rock climbing, but also wants a bigger belly, I feel that. Like, most athletes and people who climb are slim (rightfully so, you build a lot of muscle climbing and more weight = more body to balance on thin edges). I want to gain, but also know it will affect my athletic performance. Not a competitive climber, just a hobbyist, but still. There should be a balance between getting a nice belly and still being able to rock the walls.

jrm:
Mountain man, maybe you should try less height. I'm thinking I could still climb ok if there was a cheeseburger above every handhold.


Smile, so the carrot and stick approach?
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