At one point I had to wear elastic, tight-fitting pants due to lack of sizes. Half of my belly was inside my pants and not all the shirts covered my entire belly.
I was embarrassed to go out on the street and have people stop and look at me. Baggy clothes had ceased to exist for me and my options were to wear huge old lady dresses or overcome the embarrassment.
I felt how my body moved in all directions when I walked, I was aware that tight clothing left the shape of my body exposed and that people stopped to look with contempt at my obesity.
We know and are aware that we are obese and that clothes do not hide reality, but we unconsciously seek to hide our body behind clothes out of shame.
That was happening to me.

Immobility is the consequence of obesity, not the objective.
I don't think anyone likes being immobile and having health problems.
I like to be as fat as possible and I love my huge body full of rolls.
If I could walk it would be great. But in real life there comes a point when you have to choose between walking or continuing to gain weight.

I fold the entire pizza in half and fold it in half again.
One slice of mine is a whole pizza.

I'm between 9 and 10.

It's not easy to live with someone like me. I am a completely disabled person. My care requires a lot of effort and work. Luckily my husband accepted the consequences and we are determined to take my obesity to the limit.
Many think that the only one who suffers the consequences is the fat person, but they do not consider the sacrifice that their caregiver must make to keep all their needs covered.

I can't get out of bed anymore and I stopped caring about my health a long time ago.
All I want is for my body to allow me to take my obesity as far as possible and surpass 1000lbs.
This is my dream and I am working very hard to fulfill it.

How obese would I be at 830 lbs? What is my BMI? Is there a higher degree of obesity than mine?

There is no strategy. But to gain weight you have to eat like a pig, avoid physical effort and let your metabolism do the rest.

All my life I was obese and ashamed of my body.
In high school I weighed 379 pounds and was the fat one in school.
My family forced me to lose weight and follow diets and I ate secretly.
I lost weight and gained it back. When my husband and I got married, I weighed just over 380 pounds.
I tried to lose weight again but found out that my husband made me fat and he liked my fat body.
The only thing I regret is having been ashamed of my obesity.

There is not much difference. At 300 pounds you live a normal life and at 400 pounds some things start to limit you.
For me, true extreme obesity starts beyond 450 or 500 pounds.
Walking, getting dressed, getting into a car, bending down, getting up from the floor, getting out of bed, using stairs, etc. The real problems, (health aside), start there.