If you're referring to immediate family; my mother and sister are still in the "onderlands", I'm the only one that is not in the "onderlands" anymore. I'm the heaviest out of them.

I bought two seatbelt extenders from Amazon. Trying to fasten the regular seatbelt was getting tight on me; so, I gotten one for my car and I keep a spare in my purse.

Since I work at a library, I keep a stash of snacks in my locker and desk drawers. I have no problems keeping them in the drawe.

Working at the circulation desk at the library as well as my regular desk; made it a sedatory lifestyle. I waddle to assist with a patron who needs help.

My belly button has gotten deeper since I gotten fat.

After being in the 200's, I saw myself at the point of no return. Meaning, there's no returning into the "onederlands". I gotten down to 213-lbs., now I have regained twenty pounds and then some.

It's been three years ago since I worn jeans. Now, I only wear sweatpants and joggers with the elastic waistband.

Going to a restaurant with my mother and sister. The hostess seated us to a booth. By me being the heaviest out of the bunch, I gotten stuck in the booth; but managed to squeeze out of the booth. I have bent several lawn chairs due to my weight. My colleague from the library where I used to work at, broken to office chairs at work.

My belly is starting to spread my legs apart.

The best part of being fat/fatter is you can eat whatever you want and watching yourself grown into the fat person that you are. The worst part of being fat is when you outgrow your clothes. I recently outgrew a size 22/24 and into a size 26/28.