I've been fat my whole life. I was a chubby child and an obese teenager. I seem to remember my grandmother, who had zero filter, commenting when I gained 100 lb in high school at one point. My average weight is anywhere between 280 and 370, and I'm right in the middle of that now at about 325. A few years ago, when I started having really high blood pressure (in part as a side effect from an anti anxiety medication), I lost 170 pound in a fourteen months, and that seemed to be the only time I got comments (even though, at 5'3" and 200, I was still fat). I've regained most of it, though, with no one seeming to notice. I wonder if that will change as I continue to gain toward my goal of 500.

Isn't it the best feeling? I eat a lot every day, in large part because I'm a fat girl, and it takes a lot to make me feel full. I don't closely count calories, but I know it's probably close to 3,500. Two or three times a month though, we stuff me until I am completely ready to pop and unable to move. I don't have much of a gag reflex, so thankfully I don't get sick. A couple of times though, I have become so full. I felt like my gut was trying to tear away from my body. It was slightly painful and completely magnificent. It also takes a couple of days to recover.

I'm terribly sorry people have been unkind! Bigger bodies are amazing, and your own happiness is worth far more than someone else's opinion. I wish you nothing but confidence and self-love!

I don't really have a body type that gets lean, and I've had an obese BMI since puberty. I've always envied all the comments people who started smaller get when they begin blowing up.

My dream interaction would be dining in a nice restaurant with my partner, and we keep the food orders coming as my belly bloats, perhaps revealing distended flesh as I protrude more...And more... And more. We can tell the staff is trying (and failing) to be discrete as they talk about the slim guy who has ordered four of five entrees and every appetizer on the menu for his swelling fatty. Eventually, the general manager approaches our table to ask if everything is "to our liking", but we can tell he is at least mildly concerned the bloated woman in front of him, who is rubbing her massive gut, will have a medical emergency if she devours more food.

Our community homeowner's association does a poolside potluck, which is awesome because there's plenty of variety. I had two cheeseburgers, potato salad, chorizo links, street corn, grilled sweet potato, taco salad, key lime bars, and pineapple melon spears. I also drank three beers. Of course, now I'm paying for it, because I'm awake at 2:30pm with indigestion from the chorizo and taco salad. I'm still nice and bloated though and hopefully will see good results on the scale!