I normally wear my jeans under my belly, so I can achieve a belly hang. It’s much easy for me when I’m belly bucking.

When I gained weight, I couldn’t avoid getting a double chin. My neck basically turned into a extra chin when I gotten fat.

Back then, when I was at a shopping mall, GNC had a scale. Therefore, I put a quarter in the scale to weigh myself.! weighed in at 227.5-lbs. I was astonished that I was well over the 200-lb. mark. I said to myself that I gained twenty-eight pounds with excitement.

It all started when I was a child. I always had a desire to be fat. Ever since my mother took me and my older sister to the movies to watch Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. The character; Violet Beauregard was my favorite character. She chewed on a certain piece of gum; that wasn’t ready for consumption. Anyway, she turned into a blueberry. When she tried to walk, she started to waddle. The Oompa Loompas had to roll her into the juicing room to squeeze the juice out of her.

I would stuff pillows underneath my shirt to make myself look fat. I had several aunts on my father’s side of the family who were fat. My cousin; who is two years older than me was fat as well.

After school, I would always have a snack. By the time school was ending for the Summer, my appetite started to increase. I was around 70-lbs. at the time. During the summer; while my older slender sister and friends would be outside playing, I would be in the house eating. I doubled the amount of food and snacks.

By August of 1975, I gained 25-lbs. My thighs were fat and rubbing together. My arms were fat, my face was filling out (getting a double chin). Also, my belly was getting round and fat. I was eight years old and weighing 95-lbs. I started patting my newfound belly with excitement.

My sister would say you’re becoming a fatty. My family were on the regular size, while I became fat. By the time school started in the fall, I entered third grade in the “onederlands”; meaning, I entered past the 100-lb. mark.

My mother had to take me to a pediatrician to discuss my weight. The pediatrician was kind of alarmed with me being eight years old and weighing 105-lbs. With some diet and exercise, she would lose weight, the pediatrician would say. Otherwise, she might be an overweight adult. The pediatrician also weighed my sister; who is slender.

My mother had to deal with a slender daughter and an obese daughter. Ever since I gotten fat as a child, my appetite remained the same. The following year, I started going to fat camp; in order to get my weight under control. My sister had teased me with “Have fun at fat camp fatty”. That moment, I knocked her down with my belly. I went to fat camp to lose a few pounds. When camp was over, I would gain some of the weight back.

My sister was participating in cheerleading, I was still fat. Trying to lose weight was a challenge. At twelve years old, we would watch a show called Real People. One segment on the show, they had a Belly Bucking competition. Belly Bucking is a crazy sport; where two large men in a ring, using their bellies to knock the opponent out of the ring. I was so mesmerized by that episode, I thought it was fascinating and fun to do that.

My male cousin; who was the same age as I am, was interested in competing in Belly Bucking. We both were eating buddies and we’re both were fat. We created a ring, just like the sport. Our t-shirts were kind of small, but our bellies were hanging over our waistbands. I started belly bucking my cousin to try to knock him off the ring. Like I used my belly to knock my sister down when she would call me fatty. I competed in the Junior Belly Bucking competition and I won a few competitions.

I had lost some weight in the past; but I wasn’t happy with the weight loss. I would always see a fat person in the mirror. I had regained the weight and then some. I’m more happier now being fat. When I look at my profile pictures, you see a round and happy person.

My mother was most concerned about my weight gain when I was eight years old.

After school, I would eat a snack often. But when summer came, I started doubling the amount of food. While my sister and friends were out playing, I would be in the house eating. I went from 70lbs. to 105-lbs. by the time school started in September.

I came into the third grade and already fat, my mother had to buy clothes ever so often because I kept growing out of them. By the time the year was over, I gained 25-lbs. My mother took me to the pediatrician about my weight. Doctor told my mother to put me on a diet in order for me to lose weight.

I would lag behind when I would run in gym. I couldn’t keep up with the neighborhood kids when playing. Back to the diet part. I was restricted to eating fruits and vegetables in order to lose weight. My mother bought a tape measure and a scale for my weigh ins. I would eat behind her with the cookies and chips.

My mother signed me up to go to fat camp in order for me to lose weight. I would lose several pounds from fat camp; but not as much weight. I enjoyed going to fat camp because I wasn’t alone in battling obesity. My mother had to deal with the fact that I’m going to be fat.

It was fun to get fat when I was eight years old.
That summer I gained 35-lbs. My shirt would rise over my belly and it would jiggle when I would walk.Before the year was over, I gained 20 more pounds. I went from being 70 pounds to 125 pounds at eight years old.

When I was a child, I was obsessed with being fat. By the time I turned eight , I was already fat. It was no interest back then. I would eat and snack a lot.

I made it a reality to become fat at eight years old. Strange but true. I always wanted to be fat.

When I was eight years old, I gained 35-lbs; tipping the scales. I ended the school year with a normal weight. By the time school started, I came back to school heavier. My sister and the neighborhood kids began calling me fatty.

My mother tried to put me on a diet to lose the weight. She bought a tape measure and a scale to see the weight progression. My mother and sister were always slender; while I grew into the fat girl stage.

Relatives would compare my sister and I with the weight. My relatives would always pat my belly and say: you’ve been eating a lot.It was like that they never seen a fat child before. I soon became a junior Belly Bucker; enter a Belly Bucking competition. My relatives started calling me a butterball.

When I started my fat journey at almost eight years old, I was getting a starter belly and fat thighs. My sister was like: you’re getting fat. I was loving the fact that my belly began to poke out. By the time school started in the fall, my starter belly would be much bigger. I could no longer suck my belly in.