wanttobefat600:
I have struggled so much with these feelings its not even funny. My parents were health nuts growing up and didn't allow me to overindulge in unhealthy foods and not exercise like I wanted to so getting fat as a kid was definitely not an option. When I first got out on my own, I wanted to explore my desires, however I met my ex and the mother of my child. While she was morbidly obese herself, she hated it and when I brought up the idea that I wanted to be fat myself, she was surprised anyone would choose to make themselves fat because she hated herself so much because of her weight, and she told me she would not like me and would be embarrassed to be seen with me if I became obese. This definitely set me back big time psychologically, as even the person I loved the most would hate me just for being fat and wanting to not hate my body. I am just now starting to overcome the depression and self consciousness this caused, and realizing that I deserve to love my body and not care what people think about me being obese because its my body and I deserve to be happy. Its the best feeling to binge out on junk food now knowing that I'm going to be super obese and happy and no one can tell me different

deltajim:
Yeah, that makes sense. It seems like height also plays a role in weight distribution.

I'm 5' 11" and broad-shouldered, so I had to put on lot of weight before it started to become noticeable. There are a lot of places for the weight to go, so it makes sense that my distribution was more "all around" than in just the belly.

If you're on the other end of the height spectrum, every pound will be more noticeable (which can be an advantage since you don't have to work as hard to get pronounced effects). Sometimes I wish I was shorter for this reason, but I guess the weight will come on eventually.

MissRohi:
Been where you guys are, and can say that once I stopped hiding the size and roundness of my belly, I felt liberated!

deltajim:
Yeah, I've had kind of similar.

Before I had gained any weight, I used to look at my stomach from the side. If it was convex at all, I would shake my head at myself. I wanted my stomach flat so I wouldn't have to be self conscious at all, especially in front of my parents/siblings.

At the same time, I wanted to be fat too. My parents have always been trying to lose weight, so they have something of an obsession to be skinny. They didn't want their children to struggle with the same weight problems as them, so they encouraged all the kids to be healthy.

On top of that, all the kids have skinny genes, so gaining weight growing up would have been very noticeable. I would've felt super self conscious to gain weight.

Fast forward to today, and my siblings are still skinny (my older brother who's 30 has a very slight belly, but he's be no means fat).

Then there's me. I was always built athletic and fairly muscular, so I had a starting weight of 145. My brothers are probably around 130-135 to this day.

I started intentionally putting on weight (the only way to do it when you're pre-30 with skinny genes). I started to get comments around 180 pounds saying that I looked buff, and that I filled out. Of course, since I was drinking a gallon of milk a day to get to that weight and working out, the new weight had gone mostly to other places besides by belly, to which I was disappointed (I was, and am still going for the ball belly look).

Before long, I was at 200 lbs, where I hovered for a long time. Couldn't seem to put on more weight, but at least my efforts kept me in the 200 lb range. I would also say that this was the weight which I started to have a hard time hiding my belly (my waist was about 40 inches at that point).

I know my family noticed that I was getting fat, but for the most part they didn't say anything. My dad would ask me if I was getting exercise, or hint that I should watch my carbs.

I went away for the summer, expecting to gain 10-20 pounds, but instead I returned at 198 pounds. Disappointing. But my dad commented how good I looked when I returned.

I decided to keep gaining, so I quickly got back over 200 again. I try to eat a solid breakfast, eat out, take advantage of regular meal times, snack, and drink fruit smoothies with ice cream everyday to put on more weight. I've gone up to almost 220 currently.

I was originally thinking of stopping at 220, but I plan to keep going past that. 230? 240? If I put on too much too quick, I'll feel super self conscious.

When I started gaining, I planned on stopping just when it became noticeable. Now I'm passed that point, and still gaining. I do feel self conscious about my weight, but I like being fat at the same time.

One of the body features that men tend to feel most self conscious about is their belly. Getting a pot belly? Better slim down quick before relatives take notice and make comments!

I think it's sad our culture treats pot bellies this way. Men look better with a pot belly and some muscle over being lean and ripped, imo. It makes them look more mature and shows they're well taken care of. Besides, for the majority of men, this is where they're headed naturally. Why not loosen your belt a couple of notches, upgrade the wardrobe, and enjoy that apple pie?

I had a friend on Facebook who showed a starting photo of him with a pot belly at the gym and a picture of him a couple of months later, stomach flat. He said how ashamed he was that he let himself get so out of shape, and that it was time to work it off. Fast forward to present day, and the belly's back for him.

I am embarrassed to let my stomach stick out to its full extent when I'm around other people because of the social stigma that skinny=better. (if you're getting fat, you're getting uglier, basically). I'm slowly getting more comfortable at my weight though. If you stick there long enough, people will think that's a normal weight for you.

Right now, I don't think I would go swimming with friends. I would feel too self conscious to take off my shirt. But who knows, maybe that will change with time.

Jiggle Junkie:
No embarrassment, but it’s different for me.

I’m eating far better now, but between about 2010 and 2015, i literally lived almost entirely off of bagged potato, corn, and related chips, and piles of manufactured chocolate candy (M&Ms were a big fave), with protein drinks and soups and sometimes ground meats thrown in. This was related to what i had to do at the time to survive after the medical community (orthodox and alternative) gave up on me, until i found better ways. It all relates to severe intestinal issues starting decades ago which almost killed me and required surgery that has basically the same effect as a gastric bypass: removal of a section of my small intestine. I was average-slender before all this, and since then it’s a daily battle to get nutrients into me, more or less taking fat gain off the table.

January & post-Easter: go into Target or wherever and clean out the bagged candy on deep discount sale section—no shame.

Every week: mountains of bagged chip products. On these grocery trips i was usually with my housemate/ex, a mid-sized BBW. There were a number of times she felt the need to clarify “They’re for him. I don’t eat those.” And for the most part, she didn’t.

This was at checkout, where they also tended to ask (esp. me solo) “Having a party?” I don’t recall noticing other customers paying attention to my/our carts/baskets.

Those who inquired tended to regret it, because i’d automatically launch into a very friendly and detailed discussion of my medical issues and why i was eating these things and could not (and still cannot) digest fruits & vegetables unless juiced, etc. etc. Pretty much always their eyes glazed over and they said nothing more.

I like to think that my efforts made a whole lot of Big Lots! and Trader Joe’s checkers around the western San Gabriel Valley and Huntington Beach areas of southern California think twice or thrice before asking other customers about things they were buying. They certainly tended to remember and not ask me again.

You’re welcome.😁