Chapter 1 - skinny

98 pounds. I had finally reached my goal weight of 98 pounds. I can't even explain to you the last time my scale said that small of a number.
At 27 years old and rather tall, 98 pounds takes a whole lot of work. I have always felt fat, but by America's standards, I am very underweight. I want to be so small that I no longer feel fat.
Or at least I thought I felt that way. This is my story of how I went from 98 pounds to a ballooning weight of pure fat.

My boyfriend had been away for nearly a month. He was due back today. For the time he was gone, I made up excuses as to why I couldn't come and visit my family. They always worry about me and my health. I have battled my weight just as much as my parents and sister have, just in a different way. I have always been underweight. Self confidence issues. My family has always been morbidly obese. They make a big deal every time I lose a pound, and I know that they will be shocked when they see me now. People tell me that I look like a walking skeleton, I think that I finally look like I am perfect, or close to perfect.
"Laura!" Andrew, my boyfriend, dropped everything in his arms when he saw me. He ran over to me and kissed and hugged me more than he ever has before.
"Andrew! I have missed you so much!"
"Same!" I helped him with his things and carried it to our room. I could tell that he was eying my body down and could tell that I had lost a couple of pounds (scratch that- make that 15 pounds)
"Laura, what has happened to you?"
"I lost a little bit of weight."
"I can tell." he said, with a bit of an atitude.
"Do you not like it?"
"I think we need to talk. Why do you starve yourself?"
"I thought that you would love me even more if I was skinny, perfect"
"Honey, I will love you no matter what you look like. But I can tell you that starving yourself is not an option. It is not good for you."
"But, I don't want to be fat."
"Why not?"
"Because that is not who I am!"

Some time went along and I stayed at the same weight. Honestly, it was hard keeping up with a 98 pound body.
One day, I overheard Andrew talking to his brother.
"I wish Laura would put on some weight!" Andrew said.
"I am surprised that you haven't told her that you are into fat girls."
"I just can't tell her. I don't know what will happen if I do!"

I soon decided to talk to him about it and see how he felt about it.
So, as we were lying in bed that night, I casually whispered, "Do you like fat girls?"
He froze. "I like you."
"No, I mean, would you like me more if I gained a little bit?"
"Honestly, yes. I do like girls who are big and soft. But only if you feel comfortable."
"I have put a lot of though into it, and I think I will gain some weight for you. Just a little to try it out, and if I like it, I will put on some more, okay?"
His face lit up! "That sounds great!"
"Now, I figured that I would start tomorrow."
"That sounds great! How about I wake up and make you a big greasy fattening filling breakfast?"
"That would be perfect."