The stairs were an issue when I weighed in at 245-lbs. Catching the elevated trains when the elevator or escalator were out of service became a hassle. I would become winded from climbing the stair. I wanted to backtrack on my weight when I was 210-lbs. Then I had stepped on a scale at a mall a few years ago; thinking I was at 210-lbs. or 215-lbs.; it hit me when the scales read 227.5-lbs. I said to myself "Oh, I'm getting fat. I thought that the 220's were my limit; but now, I'm beyond my weight limit. Now, I'm 250-lbs.

It was the folding camping chairs that gave way; because the weight capacity reached 225-lbs. I was weighing 235-lbs. (ten pounds over the capacity weight). My colleague had broken two chairs at work; I broke one chair at home.

I'm 5'3 and I'm looking my heaviest at 250-lbs.

Me too

Same here since I became the fat one out of my mother and sister.

Two years ago, I went to a restaurant with my mother and sister; where we were seated at a booth. The booth was small that I barely squeezed into the booth. I nearly gotten stuck in a booth since I am heavier than my mother and sister.

It's the softness of my body that makes it amazing. My fat face and having that double chin makes it fuller. As for my belly, it's gotten so big that it rests on my lap (it jiggles when I walk or should I say waddle). I don't wear shoes with laces anymore; I found slip-on sneakers. I'm already between 200 and 300-lbs. I'm fifty pounds away from being 300-lbs. If you ask me do I love being fat? The answer is yes.

I started waddling at 239-lbs. Eleven pounds later (heavier); I'm still waddling.

Watching my aunts being SSBBW's themselves; but I'm at the BBW level.

I became fascinated with being fat since I was a child. I wanted to be fat just like my aunts were. By the time that I was an adult, I was totally obsessed with being and becoming fat. So I stopped exercising and began to eat more. When I weighed in at 200-lbs. I doubled the amount of food. Now, I'm 50-lbs. away from being 300-lbs.