When I was a child, I was obsessed with being fat. By the time I turned eight , I was already fat. It was no interest back then. I would eat and snack a lot.

I made it a reality to become fat at eight years old. Strange but true. I always wanted to be fat.

When I was eight years old, I gained 35-lbs; tipping the scales. I ended the school year with a normal weight. By the time school started, I came back to school heavier. My sister and the neighborhood kids began calling me fatty.

My mother tried to put me on a diet to lose the weight. She bought a tape measure and a scale to see the weight progression. My mother and sister were always slender; while I grew into the fat girl stage.

Relatives would compare my sister and I with the weight. My relatives would always pat my belly and say: you’ve been eating a lot.It was like that they never seen a fat child before. I soon became a junior Belly Bucker; enter a Belly Bucking competition. My relatives started calling me a butterball.

When I started my fat journey at almost eight years old, I was getting a starter belly and fat thighs. My sister was like: you’re getting fat. I was loving the fact that my belly began to poke out. By the time school started in the fall, my starter belly would be much bigger. I could no longer suck my belly in.

When school ended for the summer, I gained 35-lbs. I went from 70-lbs to 105-lbs. Some family members saw me and they were like: girl, you’re fat. They began to pat my belly saying you’re outweighing your sister. I was called a little butterball when they saw me.

I fatten myself when I was eight years old.

While my slender older sister and friends were outside playing, I would be in the house eating a lot; even when I wasn’t hungry. I was around 70-lbs. By the time school started in the fall, I gotten fat. I gained 35-pounds. My sister started calling me fatty and I would buck her down with my round belly ( I didn’t start the actual Belly Bucking until I was twelve).

My mother tried to put me on a diet to lose weight. She kept a tape measure for measuring my expanding waistline. The doctor told my mother that it’s just a weight spurt and I would lose the weight. My mother was also slender just like my sister.

I became the younger fat sister to my slender older sister.

Since I work at a library, I keep snacks in my desk drawer.

My mother reacted to my weight gain when I was eight years old. She noticed that I was getting a starter belly and my thighs were plumping out. Her reaction was you”re getting too fat and to go on a diet. The diets never worked out.

1. When did you get fat?
I started getting fat when I was eight years old.
I wanted to be fat like my two aunts were.

2. How did you get fat?
While my older sister would play outside since she was the slender one, I would be in the house eating a lot; even when I wasn’t hungry.

3. Did you use to hate being fat?
Sometimes when being compared to my sister being slender and I became fat.

4. Do you love being fat now?
When I look back at my pictures of me being the fat adult, with my belly sitting on my lap; there’s no change. I grew to become a BBW. I enjoy shopping for plus size clothes. It’s called Fat Acceptance.

5. What’s great about being a fat woman?
I learned to love myself, no matter what weight I am.

6. Do you have any insecurities about your looks now?
I tried to keep up with appearances.

I was fat as a child and I was on several diets. I lost some weight; but I wasn’t happy with the weight loss. So I regained the weight and I happily stayed fat.