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.

As long as you refrain from eating junk and high processed foods. The sugary drinks, keep that to a minimum. My colleague would drink sparkling water like LaCroix. Ever since then I would drink sparkling water.

When I wear jeans with a belt. I normally have the belt at the last notch. I wear my belt and jeans under my belly to achieve that belly overhang.

I’m fat because I enjoy being fat. My mother and sister were always thin. I started getting chubby when I was eight. Since I am younger than my sister, I became the fat sister. My mom tried putting me on several diets and I couldn’t picture myself being skinny anymore.

Both of my aunts were like role models to me since they were fat. I had lost some weight before. But, I wasn’t satisfied. Ever since I was a kid, I always wanted to be fat. Now, I’m tipping the scales around 250-lbs.

The other day, I was snacking on Twinkies that I was saving for lunch. Once that was gone, I would normally drink frappes on a daily basis to keep me full.

For me, it was an exciting journey. I had to move up another size every time I gained weight. When I gotten on the scale, I weighed in at 250-lbs. I was like I’m fat. When I walk (okay, I’m waddling now), my belly jiggles.