When I was eight years old, I started getting chubby. My older sister started calling me fatso ; as I was starting to outweigh her. My cousin and I would have eating competitions; to see who could eat the most food. We were both fat and our bellies would peek out of our shirts. The both of us did compete in Junior Belly Bucking competitions as children.

My mother would always say that I’m getting fat like my aunts were. My older sister was slender while I was the fat younger sister. My mom would call me her chubby little girl. When I was a child, I always wanted to be fat. Strange, but true.

It started when I was a child. I’ve always been obsessed with becoming fat. Watching Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory as a child; the character Violet Beauregard turned into a round blueberry after chewing a special type of gum. On my father’s side of the family, several of his sisters were on the fat side.

My mother and sister were both on the slender side; while I was on my journey of becoming fat. When I was eight years old, I was on the chubby side. My older sister was always on the slender side and being involved in cheerleading; while I was getting fatter and participating in the Junior Belly Bucking competition.

My mother tried putting me on several diets; but, it didn’t work. I was fat just like my two aunts were. I became a fat adult too. No apologies for me being fat. (Pats belly)

Since I work for a library, I’m behind the desk majority of the time. The only time I would get up is to assist with the patrons. When I’m off the desk, I go to my desk and have a lot of snacks until lunch.

I yo-yo diet ever since I was a child being fat. I would lose weight and then regain the weight. I had gotten to a near regular size when I was in high school. By adulthood, I put on weight again. Went on a diet to lose weight. I wasn’t happy with the weight. I put the yo-yo dieting on the back burner and decided to remain fat.

I always had fat arms ever since I was eight years old.

My earliest memory is when I was a child. I always wanted to be fat; just like my aunts were. My mother took my sister and I to the movies to see Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and my favorite character in the movie was Violet Beauragarde. She chewed a certain type of gum that wasn’t ready for consumption. She turned into a blueberry; to a point where she started waddling and had to be rolled away to the juicing room.

When I was eight years old, I started eating a lot; no matter if I was hungry or not. I would snack here and snack there. By the time school started, I gotten fat. My mother and sister were always thin. That time, I gained fifty pounds and tipped the scales at 100-lbs. My belly would poke out of my shirt because my shirts would get smaller. I was heavier than my sister; who was still slender. She would tease me about my weight and put my round belly. When we the neighborhood kids would race, I came in last. My cousin who is the same age as I am and also fat, would have an eating contest. By then, our bellies would be poking out of our shirts and jiggle when we waddle. At family gatherings; relatives notice how fat I gotten and would pat my belly. My cousin and I would have a “Belly Bucking” contest as two nine year olds. My cousin and I would bump our big bellies; that would overhang our jeans, to bump each other to the ground. Back then, my mother tried putting me on several diets to lose weight. I didn’t stick to them. I had lost weight in the past several times; and I said enough was enough. In my adult years, I gained weight and I accepted my fat acceptance.

When I was working at the library where I previously worked at, a patron who would get his books; saw me and my colleague (who is also fat). He called us "Two Tons of Fun"; referring us to the eighties group (since then The Weather Girls). My colleague and I laughed it off. Because we are Two Tons of Fun.

When I was a child, I always wanted to be fat; just like my two aunts were. I began eating a lot when I was eight years old. By the time school started in the fall, I was fat. I outweighed my older sister by fifty pounds. I remember my clothes were getting smaller that I started getting a noticeable belly that would poke out of my t-shirt. My cousin who is the same age as I am; and fat, would have an eating contest to stuff our bellies. The two of us would be bumping our bellies for a "belly bucking" contest. Sometimes I would bump him to the floor. Till then, I would always outweigh my mother and sister as an adult.

When I was around 160-lbs., I would buy two large meals from McDonald’s, a dozen of buttercream cupcakes from the grocery store and I would eat them. It was my second go round of my weight gain journey. I was eight years old when I started eating a lot and gotten fat the first time; because I wanted to be fat like my aunts. I gained fifty pounds from 160. When I went to a GNC store to weigh myself on their scale, I was at 227.5-lbs. from 210-lbs. I was shocked but happy.

I was eight years old when I started getting chubby. My mother and sister (who is older than me) were always on the thin side. By the time when school started in the fall, I was already fat. I would eat a lot and snack; even when I wasn’t hungry. My sister would always tease me about my weight. My belly would poke out of my T shirt and jiggle when I waddled. Family gatherings would be like my sister grew up and I grew out. Relatives would pat my belly telling me you been eating a lot. My mother tried putting me on a diet to lose weight. It was hard for me to stay on a diet. I was gaining weight on purpose because I always wanted to be fat like my two aunts were. My cousin who is the same age as I am and fat, would have an eating contest. At another family gathering ( this time, on my father’s side of the family), my cousin and I would compete in a “Belly Bucking” contest.
My cousin and I would bump our big bellies together until one of us would be bumped on the ground. It’s normally a contest for two big beer bellied men would bump their bellies together until one would be bumped off the circle ring. Back when I was a girl, I used to compete in “Belly Bucking” contests; when visiting my paternal grandmother in the south.

As a fat woman, I would bring the sport back.