Fat experiences

Its a funny title for a post on a forum
makes it sound like you can be fat in public and not so fat at home?
maybe i read too much into things though.
not hating ... dont be mad.

I sometimes have mini panic attacks when i go out. that may be because of how much my body has changed. or it could just be adjusting after being on lockdown and going nowhere for so long.
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and i guess it depends on where or what kind of public is it.
my BF too me to an arts and craft show.
It was hard to walk around because of my ankle injury.
it did feel nice to be outside
but he its like he kept some kind of food in my hands the whole time.
i have given him way too much control of my life. he got to choose my clothes and THAT was embarrassing.
i would have preferred a long dress. or jean and a big t shirt.
oh well.
i guess its the price for love?

I used to not like people to see how i had changed.
now... its not like i like it or dislike it.
i just try to go with the flow

No, of course not. Every time I go in public, I morph into my super model body builder form.

I am only fat at home.

Obviously.

I worry a little about trying to fit into things when I’m out. I’ve found some ticket gates at the train station is a bit tight now and fitting in some tables at restaurants can be a squeeze. It really makes me realise how big I am.

I found it really satisfying when my belly was so big it pressed against the table in a booth.

I read it more as: “Do you enjoy being fat while you’re in a public space?”
Not that you have a choice or that you can be fat in some places and not in others, but more that when you’re in public, do you relish the chub or wish you weren’t so tubby?