When I was a child, I wanted to become fat just like my two aunts were. They were round and plump. My mother took me and my older sister to the movies and we watch Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I was fascinated with the character Violet Beauregard.

While at Wonka’s Factory, Violet chewed a piece of gum that wasn’t ready for consumption. She turned into a round blueberry. She could barely walk; but, the Oompa Loompas had to roll Violet to the Juicing Room to squeeze out the juice.

When school ended in the summer, I was a slender size; just like my mother and sister. That is when I began my weight gain journey. I would eat when I wasn’t hungry. By the time when school started in the fall, I came back double my previous weight. My mother became alarmed at my weight gain, that she tried to put me on a diet to lose some weight.

My sister would start teasing me calling me “fatty”. I couldn’t keep up with her when we would run. I would either be out of breath or walk the rest of the way. After that exercise, I would eat and pat my belly in satisfaction. Just like in gym, I couldn’t keep up with the other kids because I was fat.

When I gotten fat as an eight year old, my mother tried putting me on a diet to lose weight. My mother and sister were on the slender side; while I became the fat one in the family. My mother would say that you’re getting fat like both of my aunts were. My sister would call me “fatty” . My other relatives would pat my round belly; stating that I’ve been eating a lot.

When I was around seven years old, I wanted to become fat just like my two aunts were. When school ended for the summer, I began my journey of becoming fat. By the time school started, I was a chubby third grader. I outweighed my older, slender sister.

When I began getting fat at eight years old. I had to get new clothes every other month because I was gaining weight.

Same here

I been fat for just about my whole life. Only to lose some weight. I wasn’t satisfied with the weight loss; only to regain the weight and then some. I went from chubby girl, fat tween, in between and now fat woman.

When I was a fat tween around twelve years old; putting on a pair of jeans around the hips and waist was snug. I couldn’t button my jeans around my belly; so what I did was let my belly hang over the jeans. My sister told me that I look like the belly bucking competitors on the show Real People. When I walked my belly would jiggle. Anyway, I was a junior Belly Bucker.

My colleague who is a little heavier than I am; broken two office chairs on the job. The foldable camping chairs, I bent one chair and the other chair I broke one; due to the weight capacity.

When I was a child, I wanted to be fat just like my two aunts were. I admired their large size bodies and their large bellies and their confidence on being on the large size. I started getting chubby when I was eight years old. By the time I started back to school in the fall, I was already fat.

I doubled my size; outweighing my older sister. She would poke my belly and I would bump her with my belly. My mother would try to put me on a diet to lose weight or send me to fat camp. I couldn’t stick to a diet long enough; but, going to fat camp was much more fun.

My snacks at my desk are usually chips, cookies and cupcakes.