Me, as a fat twelve year old; it was a show called “Real People”. They had a segment called “Belly Bucking”; where two fat guys would buck their bellies to knock the other opponent down to the floor . Anyway, my fat cousin and I would do belly bucking competitions. I enjoyed competing in that sport.
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Eating a lot. Having a round soft hanging belly. Enjoy gaining weight.
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Bigdoug:
I did too. I was at minimum a chubby kid, I fluctuated between chubby and downright fat. I’ve always loved eating and would often try to sneak extra food and snacks pre and post meals. Middle school was probably my fattest time as a kid.
I started the third grade as a fat girl. I spent my summer eating a lot and snacking as well too. I couldn’t hide my fatness.
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Jae Munchies:
I've been a big girl my whole life. I don't really remember ever being skinny, and honestly... I don't think I ever wanted to be. Yeah, there were times when people made me feel like I *should* want to lose weight, but deep down I always liked being soft. I just didn't know why.
Food has always been one of my favorite things. Not just eating because I was hungry, but actually enjoying it. Looking forward to dinner all day, getting excited when someone suggested going out to eat, trying new restaurants, ordering dessert even when I said I wasn't going to. I love those moments when you take that first bite and you just have to close your eyes because it's *that* good. I don't think I've ever understood people who eat just to get it over with.
I remember being younger and watching people around me push food away or say stuff like, "I shouldn't be eating this." Meanwhile I was sitting there thinking... why? If it tastes good and it makes you happy, why are we acting like it's something to be ashamed of?
I think that's when I started realizing I looked at food differently than most people.
The first time I realized I might actually be into feederism wasn't because somebody fed me or anything like that. It was honestly just me falling down a rabbit hole online one night. I found people talking about being feedees, and I got curious.
The more I read, the more I kept thinking, "Wait... people actually feel like this too?"
It wasn't even about gaining weight at first. It was the fact that there were people who genuinely loved bigger bodies and didn't see them as something that needed to be fixed. That hit me hard.
I spent so much of my life hearing that I'd be prettier if I lost weight or healthier if I changed myself. Then I found a community where people were saying the exact opposite. They loved softness. They loved full bellies, thick thighs, round faces, and everything I'd spent years trying not to notice about myself.
It felt... comforting.
I won't lie, I love eating. I love sitting down with a huge meal that I've been craving all week. I love taking my time instead of rushing through it. I love when the food is so good that you keep saying, "Just one more bite," until you realize your plate is empty. Those moments make me genuinely happy.
Some people get excited over shopping or traveling. I get excited over finding a restaurant I've never been to or finally trying something I've been seeing all over social media. Food is an experience to me. It's comforting, exciting, and honestly one of my favorite parts of life.
When I accepted that about myself, I stopped feeling guilty every time I enjoyed a meal.
Finding feederism honestly helped me understand myself more than anything. It gave a name to feelings I'd had for years but couldn't explain. I realized I wasn't weird for loving my body or for enjoying food the way I do.
Being a feedee, for me, isn't about forcing anything. It's about embracing the parts of myself that I've always had. I like being a BBW. I like feeling soft. I like eating until I'm completely satisfied after a meal I've been craving. That's just who I am.
I know not everybody understands it, and that's okay. I'm not looking for everyone to understand.
I'm looking for someone who smiles when I get excited about food. Someone who doesn't make me feel guilty for ordering dessert. Someone who thinks my body is beautiful exactly the way it is and doesn't spend every conversation trying to change me.
Life is too short to spend it pretending you don't enjoy the things that make you happy.
For me, that's good food, a full belly, and being comfortable in my own skin.
It took me a long time to stop apologizing for that.
Now I don't.
I'm a BBW. I'm a feedee. I love food, I love my body, and I finally feel like I've found a place where I don't have to explain why.
Thank you for sharing this story.
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When your face gets fat and your neck disappears. When I gotten fat as a child, I looked in the mirror I noticed I have a double chin.
2 months
At eight years old, I was on my journey to becoming the fat sibling. When school started in the fall, I was noticeably fat. My slender older sister would tease me calling me “fatty” since I outweighed her. When we would run, I would be out of breath; trying to keep up with her.
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I started gaining weight when I was eight years old. My weight gain was on purpose because I wanted to be fat just like my two aunts were. During the summer, I started to eat a lot of food and snacks when I wasn’t even hungry. By the time school started in the fall, I was well on my way to being fat.
2 months
Ever since I was a child. By the time I was eight years old, I was already chubby and then became fat.
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You know you’re fat when:
-You get winded climbing up the stairs when the elevator is out of service.
-You can no longer tie your gym shoes; you have to wear slip in shoes like Skechers.
-You could barely squeeze into a restaurant booth.
-You can no longer see your feet because your belly is in the way.
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I became the fat girl at eight years old. I spent part of my childhood and some of my early teen years being one of the fat girls. In my immediate family, I was the heaviest sibling. The weight kind of waned off during my teen years.
But after adulthood, I regained the weight back.
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