Thanks I didn't come up with premise or characters, just a continuation of where original left off with bit of a cliffhanger. Story has lots of angst self loathing and fat shaming from peers. Family pressures in a household that pretended everything was hunky dory and false image of striving for perfection in everything.

A continuation of an old favorite book, Life in the Fat Lane. 118 pound Junior Homecoming queen regional beauty pageant winner from an image obsessed family gains 10 pounds in month after being crowned. Got hives, thought maybe prescription side effects, new meds, gains 8 more. By thanksgiving she's up 27 pounds, has tried everything even consulted Drs. No answers nothing works she keeps getting fatter, by Valentine's she is 159 and miserable, popular cliques deserted her and parents convinced she is out of control and sneaking food.
By spring now 180, forced her to see a phycologist and been to countless Drs who insist she's not following prescribed diets. Challenge mom to monitor her for a week on liquid diet to convince her something is wrong. Admitted to hospital for professional study and diagnosed with rare controversial syndrome causing her body to store all nutrients. At 190 she also doesn't sweat or urinate at normal levels, water retention? Her father refuses to believe that discipline and determination won't help get thin again. Desperate she doesn't eat more than rice cakes or water and even tries laxatives, no change. Although there is always hope of remission...

208 she breaks up with BF at end of school year, and learns of fathers affair, the family moves 500 miles away to escape the shame. The affair doesn't stop, a short time later Dad abandons family, moves back home with his mistress. No fair. Has gained 100 pounds in a year, now at a new school with no friends and nobody knows she used to be a beauty queen. Weight levels off by end of book and loses 5 pounds. Possible remission, meets some real people and learns to accept, not perfect but I am okay. Oh BF sees the light and wants her back, maybe he can change and both can learn to love her body regardless.

Would love a sequel... loses a bit more weight but erratic habits and crash diets have ruined her metabolism and gains back with a few extra pounds. Over 220, gets mono at holidays, just like hives sets off unexplained hormonal reaction, nightmare is back, seems to grow fatter by the day. Stops eating, extreme crash diet despite Drs warnings, faints at school and hospitalised. Acute anorexia nervosa in serious danger of refeeding syndrome, mom also suffers eating disorders, reeling in divorce. Dad finally accepts there is a medical problem but distant as ever, no longer daddy's princess. Her BF is upset, vows his life's mission to prove he loves her and get her to love herself again. Always a careless foodie, she loved eating, a shameless glutton without any consequences... Until she got fat.

By graduation over 250 joins a summer study at Duke, no concrete answers but advised to keep eating well balanced recommend calorie intake as she prepared for college. Family and friends summer trip to ocean forced into bathing suit, learning to love and accept her body with BF unwavering support. Off to NYC soon and loses virginity, partially before she gets any bigger for comparison sake, seeing as they would have taken leap sooner if not for turmoil, long distance and temporary breakup.

Old friends and new, chubby bestie's freshman 15 and dating equally fat mutual friend, BF works out with her as per nutritionist regimen and gets buff. Still gaining steadily no matter if she overeats or not, sticks to prescribed diet like glue with annual visits to leading expert on rare syndrome, turns out she is an anomaly. Likely due to trashing her metabolism and extreme disordered eating. Mercifully gains at a slightly slower rate than last time yet pushing 300 pounds as they return home for holidays to face her judgmental family.

Level off by spring semester at 312 and experiments, tempting fate by indulging more that summer. Enrolls in another monitored study, outpatient this time. No changes, Drs nix any diets or restrictions and just see what happens, keeping up with regular light cardio fitness regimen. Nothing. Weight stays the same as settle back into routine in NYC as her confidence and self worth slowly return, improving over time. Absolutely baffled how BF unfazed, even loves playing with her belly and can't keep his hands off her. Not a chubby chaser, just learns to appreciate and even adore her softness, the way her body feels.

Over time fluxuated a little, a few extra pounds, hovers near 330 by shotgun wedding day. Belly to round for life growing within to be obvious and gains just over average by the birth of daughter. Unable to lose baby weight and settles into motherhood, creating a life together. Gains double with twin boys and loses only 10 post birth, just in time for 10 year HS reunion. 470. Double her weight as graduate, a few years later 500 pound mom of 4... they live happily ever after.
Youngest inherited the chubby gene, started out plump then diagnosed with syndrome as teen. Both daughters are her spitting image in opposite ways, a beauty and body double albeit nearly half sized at just under 300.

A longtime fantasy from my teenage years, born of insecurity and mayhaps some guilt for the social sin of admiring fat and someday know how it feels to be fat... like a dream come true. Although deep down we all know fat is fat and it doesn't matter how or why, haters gonna hate.

A common theme of stories I'd read on Dimensions at the time. Something about being hidden away and fattened against my will would make it ok that I'd been forced to double my weight. Eating myself into a coma to meet increasing daily quotas or be fed extra through a funnel, until one day my captor didn't bother locking the trapdoor. Got stuck attempting to escape and forced to eat extra as punishment. Weighing myself every morning and coming to terms as I gained over a hundred pounds.

Eventually, months later was found safe and (round) in an abandoned turret. The trapdoor entry had to be cut open into a gaping hole and I barley squeezed down the spiral stairs. People would be so relieved and nobody would care I weighed nearly 300 pounds, it wasn't my fault. Unbeknownst to them I loved the new me and continued to get fatter, just couldn't help myself.

Posted here a few times recently, and these little reminders are happening almost daily... for context these are same dining style chairs I used to be able to fit a hand flat between the armrest not two years ago.
Not chairs I sit in daily, but for sure once every 4 to 6 weeks or so. Just these past couple months I could feel my sides brushing armrests and poofing over slightly but hardly snug.

Yesterday, got a nice surprise as I sat down feeling my hips brush armrests before constricting my sides... I actually had to wriggle back a little to squeeze love handles in where armrests taper inwards to backrest!! It wasn't uncomfortably tight but most definitely snug compared to last time with side rolls oozing over and under inch thick wood. Oh and chair creaked each time I had to readjust.

Shrink-flation is also a growing trend. Arby's in particular downsized their large shakes by almost half, a shorter thinner cup that used to pass for a medium or small for basically the exact same price! Wtf...
Also noticed the Hormel pepperoni packet contains almost half the amount of pepperoni slices despite packaging remaining about same size? Among tons of other things that now have a lower net weight or the food itself seems to be of lesser quality too not just quantity.
It literally costs me double, sometimes triple at checkout for the same essential items I've purchased for years. Bunch of bs!

Honestly I would just settle for anything avoiding the same old tropes, fat Thor, and fat Amy or Monica from Friends... for once put a fat actress in a role that is NOT centered around her weight. Or made to be a big fat Joke!
Mike and Molly and This is Us are both great shows, but the storyline is exactly the same, especially for Melissa McCarthy and Krissy Metz characters. Both shows meet S.O love interests at an Over Eaters Anonymous meeting for starters.

These men are also fat and in Toby's case balding (why couldn't Kate be with a hunk like Justin Hartley?) That was a let down for me after seeing previews and learning Kevin was her twin brother. Why a guy like that can't realistically fall for a large lady like her? Maybe HS sweethearts and he's stuck by her through thin and thick?
Also on both shows these characters defining traits are obsessed with losing weight. There are plenty of people out there with no inkling of FAs or BBW or online communities like this who are simply living their lives in fat bodies and (grudgingly) accept the hand they've been delt without obsessing over their weight.

So any sitcom featuring more than just one of two rounder people who hang out with and engage in relationships with drop dead gorgeous ladies and totally ripped dudes... Without making any obvious mention or innuendo regarding their fatness or storyline centered on diet culture. To honestly explore the stigma, discrimination and hate their characters face everyday without making this their defining trait.
Awesome romcom would be a chubby girl meets boy who likes her curves as she thickens, leading both characters on a journey of discovery and exploration. Navigating ups and downs, people's reactions and culture clashes as they come to terms and enjoy these new developments and blossom together. Living life to the fullest and get their happily ever after in the end after some doubts and strife.

Yes, huge motivator for me too. Especially when feeling stuffed and so full I can't eat another bite. Seeing that temporary progress on scale helps push me to finish the rest of my food and maybe top my aching belly off a while later. No pain no gain lol

Munchies:
So true bestie.

When you gain weight, not all of it will be fat/ A good chunk of it will also be food weight, water weight, and poop. It's basically weight that doesn't belong to you. Speaking from personal experience, it will drive you insane to see the way the scale goes up and day over the course of a day[/quote]

Another point to this, sometimes even when you are not gaining weight or at least the scale says you've been same... Numbers can be deceptive.
My weight was stuck around 270 for long time but a few months into plateau I noticed my belly changing shape and seemingly growing, wider, dropped a little lower and some pants got tight. Scale didn't change for over 6-8 months but even my arms and thighs showed some newfound pudge. And belly most definitely got more doughy soft feel, even before I temporarily lost a little weight.
Delayed gain?
Also had a friend I've known over half our lives 'inspect' my belly while wearing an outfit I've had a few years. She confirmed I looked bigger and it sagged more despite being down around 10 pounds from my highest weight

Munchies:
Don't do it daily. If you do it daily, you'll drive yourself insane. Measure yourself at least once a week.[/quote]

It can drive you insane, I've done it both ways. Have gone months without a clue and been a 'tad' obsessive... Actually a few years ago I had fun tracking my weight 3x a day almost everyday for better part of a year. Still got weight logs on an old phone.

It's interesting to look back and see how the numbers ebb and flo over the course of each month. Those binge days where I'd put on 8 pounds by evening entry loose 5 by morning and another 3 in days following even as I gained an average of 4 or so a day only to be back at same weight each morning. Then over next week or so, after another binge night or a couple good 6 pound days the morning numbers slowly rise a few pounds by end of month.

I haven't done this in a long time but want to be more diligent about using measuring tape on monthly basis. I regret not tracking actual inches better over the years, but takes more time than hopping on scale quick.
While it could be fun Munchies has a point, frustrating and discouraging at times when those numbers just won't climb or drop.

I don't have a personal experience since I've always avoided Doctors offices even before I was fat but I am even more reluctant to go nowadays unless I absolutely need to. I do know my blood pressure is always good from fairly frequent checks, outside doc office, and nothing in blood work last few times I have been in for something.

My roommates sister was a chubby teen, NOT FAT just pudgy maybe pushing 200 but tall and barely beyond overweight catagory let alone clinically obese. Spent over a year, almost two visiting various doctors for frequent headaches and random minor illness and trying to figure out why she was so tired and lethargic all the time. They all kept blaming her weight and telling her she will feel better if she just loses 20 to 30 pounds. Turns out she had Leukemia. By the time she was diagnosed it was too late for bone marrow or any life prolonging treatments. That poor girls mother... Watched her waste away those last few months.

My grandpa was sent in to hospital for an easy wound debridement on his calf, size of dime then nickel. Spent 2 hours sitting in ER, given a Tylenol and shipped back to nursing home within 4 hours of leaving. Without any actual treatment given. So what if his last stroke meant he was wheelchair bound, that leg was painful for him and the RN who sent him in was PISSED. I also work in senior care, this stuff happens all the time to people.

The worst part is that medical bias and just plain lazy practices have put dozens of people I know personally at serious risk. At least 7 of those people are dead now. Seriously, how can they miss stage 3 cancer in an elderly woman whom has been getting ultrasounds and other tests done like clockwork every 8 to 12 weeks as part of her care plan? For past several years! More recently requested additional tests on her blood work due to stomach issues, Dr refused at that time, turns out to be cancer months later, stage 4... She died May this year.

Advocate for yourselves and your loved ones. Never trust medical professionals have your best interests at heart let alone hold true to the Hippocratic oath they took. I know of a handful of younger people with similar experiences, a few of them gone to soon, but I've ranted enough here.