Morbidly A Beast:
Just eat until you couldn’t possibly eat anymore, eventually eating big will come so naturally you won’t feel satifsifyed by what would be seen by most as a large meal.

Catalinacataline:
The truth is, sometimes I feel distrustful of my body because of my mother, she always tells me that I am very fat and it depresses me that she says those things to me, so I get depressed and start to eat more. Sometimes I say that I am going to go to the gym but I never do. I do and well of the rest when I do not receive complaints from my mother I feel good with my body and I like it and I accept myself as The worst thing is that I'm like this because of my own mother. When I was little, I was very skinny, I didn't gain weight, I hardly ate. My mother started giving me vitamins, so now I wouldn't stop eating, I stopped the pills and I kept eating and didn't stop until now. ..

Nippy:
I’m thinking back to my teenage years, when people were beginning to show an interest in the opposite sex… the heart throbs, the leading men in every film, the posters other girls had on their walls…all lean and muscular. Even the boys people liked at school were of a certain build- chubby lads (and girls) didn’t really get a look in. It all felt so alienating to me, like ‘this is what I’m supposed to like?’ It just left me cold and I could barely even feign an interest. This was further complicated by the fact I was, and am, bisexual.

I knew what I liked but I neither felt I could say, like I wouldn’t even be taken seriously, nor would there be many people who I could even name. I think it’s a bit better now but there just weren’t really plus sizes singers or actors or anything then, or not ones who were marketed to young people anyway. No pin ups for me!

Sometimes I look back and wonder if there were other people who had broader tastes, so to speak, but also didn’t really say due to the teen need to conform. Either way, I’m so glad I’m an adult now and know it’s ok to like what I like and that I’m not the only one

DollGirl:
Ngl that's kind of hot and I am hoping he's next 😈

User14244360:
So the last time I saw my mom was at the end of April when I graduated college. I was 230 lbs which was the heaviest I had been, the last time she had seen me before that was Christmas break where I was maybe around 190ish. I could tell she was surprised at graduation but didn’t say anything expect offering to take me clothes shopping.

So she’s been trying to come visit me the past few months but plans never worked out. That was until last weekend. I’m now over 300 lbs, making that a 70 lb gain since I last saw her. I don’t know what I expected her reaction to be really. She hates confrontation so I kind of expected her to not say anything. Also to preface my mom has never weighed more than 150lbs in her life and she can literally eat whatever she wants without gaining.

Anyways here’s what her reaction was. So first, I opened the door to my apartment when she got there and she audibly gasped. I giggled because I thought she was just happy to see me and I gave her a hug. After pulling away from the hug she said “Oh my God, what happened?! You’re so fat” And just kinda stood there shocked also and not knowing what to say because I didn’t expect her reaction to be that forward. When we got inside she kept asking questions about how I gained so much, if I had seen a doctor, if I was going to the gym etc. At some point she asked how much I weighed I told her and she said “you’re literally double my weight.”

So that was the big “fat talk” we had, and nothing else too exciting really occurred. Though I saw her watching everything I ate and saw her look whenever I pulled my shirt down when it would start riding up. But yeah that was that. Kinda glad to finally get it out of the way but it probably would’ve been better if it had happened a couple months ago so the shock wouldn’t be so extreme.