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#Fat life
fatteningblog · 5 months
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I bet that lot of people will...
I bet lot of people will agree for eat-sleep-gain-eat-sleep-gain lifestyle if all expenses would be covered. And I am talking not about getting just fat, like 400 lbs. I am talking about really extreme weight gain, like 1000 lbs and more as "newbie gain course".
Single restriction is that radically overeat and sleep is all you would do. Literally. With eventual switch to mix of tube feeding, to make possible fattening you up even when you sleep.
Much more people would agree for that, than many think. Partly because for many this would be choice like need to work vs requirement for extreme overeating and sleep between food.
Like, getting fat as a work, as a job without holidays or vacations.
In this case you essentially don't need money paid for this job, because if all you do is overeat and sleep between then you actually don't have activities or time to spend some money.
PS: later, revisiting this post, I come to conclusion that more likely among single/alone people who would agree for that kind of "getting fatter as a job" life. Because if you have some relationship, people may disagree for that because they already settled into some context of being, and have some satisfaction from that relationship which can break apart from such choice to move/relocate to that "personal fat factory".
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wyrmcat · 7 months
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fat person: i actually feel good about my body and self image, maybe even find myself attractive and free to wear what makes me happy :3c
fatphobes, unprovoked and not even mentioned: holy shit die what the fuck holy shit fuck you fuck you for thing you're a human fucking being fuck you fuck you die die die fuck you hooooly shit holy fuck you sick fuck you demon of a living thing keep yourself away from the public you disgusting horrific wad of flesh
fat person:
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turtle-toe · 5 months
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My experience with and opinion on fat acceptance
I am currently 16 years old and 5'6, 169 pounds. I need to tell my story.
I've been fat or chubbier my entire life due to poor eating habits taught to me early on. "Oh, you want thirds on that giant plate of yours? Sure, go right ahead." But I never really noticed until about 5th grade and really got self conscious in 6th grade. But, I was healthy. I'd say I was around 5'3 and 155-160 pounds. I moved around a lot, I was running with no thought about breath control every day at recess. But I still sucked in my guy and wore giant shirts so no one could see the shape of my body. Then, Covid hit.
I gained what i thought was so much weight during lockdown, as everyone else did too, as well as my oh so quirky mental illnesses. I was at 168 and it made me feel horrible. But not in the health way but the outer appearance way. Then I discovered fat acceptance.
I went from sucking in my gut to being sucked into a harmful mindset that I cannot change but that's okay.
Now, I have to give the movement credit where it's due; it both positively and negatively affected me. The negative part was that i gained about 20 pounds. I got to 180. The positive was that I gained confidence that I desperately needed. I started to not care as much about what I thought people would think, I started to wear more form fitting clothes, I started to even wear two piece swimsuits. But that 20 pounds felt absolutely horrible. And after about two years in the fat acceptance movement, I finally got out of it.
I finally stopped blaming everyone else, either for not being "fat positive" or for being the ones who made me fat. I finally stopped thinking the "naturally" skinny girls were my worst enemy. I finally stopped blaming my genetics. I finally realized just how much I was grossly overeating. I finally saw just how bad I was and how the path I was taking would've lead me to major health problems and an unhappy life filled with resentment and bitterness.
So I took that confidence given to me by the movement and I used it to better myself. After many ups and downs, I managed to get down to 162. I've gained 7 pounds back but I'm trying my best to be consistent. And this health journey started because I wanted to be healthier and just feel better, mostly because I wanted to justify it because I thought that it was wrong of me to want to lose weight to look a certain way. But honestly, fuck that. I don't care if it's fat phobic of me to want my own body to be smaller. So, health is a priority for me but I will be damned if I don't start looking the way I want.
And I tagged this with so many of these fat acceptance tags because I know for damn sure that I would've needed this post three years ago. To hear how it affected someone close to my age. So to anyone who is feeling like shit because you feel as though you can't lose weight or you don't feel as pretty as others; you can do this. You're absolutely gorgeous and handsome and pretty and interesting no matter how you look. But please, please, please don't take to the fat acceptance movement as a way go block out and ignore your insecurities. It doesn't work, it will only get worse. I lost those 17 pounds just by eating a few more vegetables and very inconsistent exercise. I realize everyone is different but it's way easier than you think it is.
Please, y'all, take care of yourselves.
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bigcutiebonnie · 1 year
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I took the last 10 boxes of mince pies from the shop today, much to the anger of the person behind me. I heard them say, that's the last thing she needs🤣🤣
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momo-piggy · 10 months
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I LOVE HOW A SIX MONTHS CAN BLOW ME UP COMPLETELY 🐷🐷🐷😍🤤🤤
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healing-food · 7 months
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Things I've learned since starting my intuitive eating journey
There's no point in trying to "look" healthy, simply be as healthy as I can be, simply be
I am always worthy of food, and worthy of enjoying food
I will still sometimes binge or have the urges to binge, but I now have ways to work through it
Even if I eat no bread and I only eat salads and work out every day, I will still be fat, it won't magically make me lose weight
No food is inherently bad! Even too many veggies can have a negative impact, so if ya want a pop today, just enjoy it
Carbs! Are! Good for you!!!!!!
You have to follow what makes your body feels good with, not just your brain. A daily energy drink may be tempting, but maybe if you're thirsty you just want water.
There's no point in forcing yourself to eat something you hate. What's the point of eating if you're nigh throwing up the whole time?
And before anyone has any assumptions
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I am fat. I had to stop shopping at my once favourite store because they had nothing beyond an xl and even that fit quite small. I have a 112cm (44in) waist, 136cm (53.5in) hip, and a 123cm (48in) chest measurement
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fatteningblog · 4 months
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fat life hack
Difficulty: easy
Requirements: have a potbelly or larger belly.
If you got into yet another hotel with too low table(s) in the room and got ordered food delivery to room, you can take the current plate you eating from with one hand, and sorta "put" it on or stuck to the top part of your protruding belly.
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heavycupcakes · 10 months
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Eating good food literally fills me with so much joy. It's actual ecstasy to eat something delicious and enjoy the taste of every bite 🥵
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healthtipstoday · 9 months
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So I'm fat, I've been fat for all my life, and do I love my body? MEH, I mean I don't hate it but I'm kinda neutral about it. Anyway, Being on my fifth journey to try and slim out because people are stressing me out, the paranoia about my body came back. (insert distopian smiley dance)
This morning I went shopping for sport bras and I was CONVINCED I was gonna hate it and start a spiral of self loathing that would end up with me a spoon and a jar of Nutella, but that... Didn't... Happen?
Like THIS THINGS ARE SO FLUTTERING OH MY GOD.
I literally feel like a goddes what's happening???
What is this fuckery??!!
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josiebelladonna · 2 years
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since i decided “why not” and figured out that being a fat girl is part of my destiny exactly six years ago (and then went ahead and embarked on it almost two years ago), there are definitely pros and cons.
the cons:
you are quite literally hungry all the time, especially if you’re like me and you gained by eating more and more. every couple of hours to 90 minutes, like clockwork, i swear to god, i feel my stomach rumbling at me. i often caught hell as a kid for “being hungry all the time” but it’s the real thing now. i last ate at 2: it’s sounding like a wild animal right now at 5.
the stigma of being chubby or fat. kind of obvious, but it’s the truth. i knew right away when i made my first post about it that it was going to raise some eyebrows, as if i just admitted to dog fighting (”how COULD you?! gain weight on purpose?”). but there’s this general assumption that if you’re fat, something went horribly wrong and now your health is automatically in jeopardy because of it (the flipside is if you lose weight, you’re automatically healthy and you get congrats from everyone and their dog), which i never understood first-hand because i always felt better whenever i put on a few pounds in the past - plus, there’s actually no conclusive link between obesity and the diseases it’s often associated with because thin people get them just as easy. sure, there are plenty of people who’ve gotten heart disease or diabetes and they were heavy, and when they lost the weight, the disease went away so it’s easy to put two and two together there, but just because it happened to them doesn’t mean it’ll happen to me, too. (i got heavy because i have a naturally heavy frame and i started eating more and more all around) there’s also this weird assumption that fat people are dumb, too. not at all true: i knew what i was getting myself into when i looked at 200 pounds back in 2020 and said “fuck it, i’m doing it”. i know my body more than you or anyone else, i’m not dumb for wanting to be fat. blanket statements are deadly, especially when it comes to humanity because we’re all so complex and different from one another.
i notice the little bounce in my growing belly, the double under my chin, the stretch marks, the little “extra” on my shoulders, the cellulite on the backs of my thighs, the floor creaking under my full weight, all of it. and it’s always there. (read: you become really aware of your body, speaking as someone who became really aware of her body during the first year of covid)
i get winded more easily. it’s harder to do things like cross my legs when i’m sitting down or lay flat on my back and look down at my toes.
i’ve been using the bathroom a little bit more? my digestion’s been screwy since i was about 10 so i barely notice this one but it’s something i’ve picked up on lately. not much more, like one or two extra times.
don’t know about fat men, but when a woman is fat, she’s deemed unattractive and undesirable and it winds up killing her confidence, which just feels so wrong to me. i’ve often felt that some people, male or female or enby, just look way better with weight, too, so of course this kills me a bit.
i genuinely feel like i’m turning into a potbellied pig some days. between my messy habits and my looking at boys, i feel like an absolute pig of a woman and i’m getting the belly to back it up.
the pros:
there’s actually a silver lining to being hungry all the time, and it’s this: you get to eat more, especially if you’re like me and you just love to eat and you have since you were little. if something is delicious, i want more of it. since i’m bigger and heavier now, i’m wanting three or four more helpings of something now. you should be thanking me.
another (sort of?) silver lining is even though i got this big by eating more frequently (and i actually don’t eat a lot of junk food, either, just a lot of rich food), i’ve never been more enticed by food that’s genuinely fattening like funnel cake, chicken and waffles, or the most beautiful food in the world, donuts. before i gained all this weight, i was turned off by funnel cake and deep-fried oreos (i was always curious by all of that but i often decided not to try it because i was so self-conscious back then): my mom and i are going to try to go to the ventura county fair next week and i’m definitely going to eat a big one of those. i can’t remember the last time i loved milkshakes this much. i see donuts now and i go feral inside.
you become really aware of your body and because of that, you start exploring it more and more (always healthy and good).
i get winded more easily but i also breathe more deeply, though, like i was standing out on the porch just now as the wind was blowing and i took in the deepest breath i ever took in my life. it felt good! (and just because i get winded more easily doesn’t mean i’m lazy, either)
i haven’t been able to cross my legs since i was like 10 so no complaints there.
and when i lay flat on my back and look down and see this huge round dome of a belly in the place of my toes, i get very aroused, like it’s genuinely erotic for me. (i remember being like 12 or 13 and laying on my back and looking down at my toes and distinctly saying out loud, “i wish i never had to see my toes as i’m laying on my back ever again.” they were starting to disappear behind my belly when i was at 150 pounds, so there)
i’d rather use the bathroom more than not use it all.
it’s a lifelong dream come true for me? as a little girl, i would pretend to be fat. as a slightly older girl, i wanted to show off my belly and it’s always the first thing i look at when i look in the mirror (it’s the first thing i see when i look at alex, too). as a pre-teen, i would sneak in treats when no one was looking. as an anorexic teenage girl wanting to hang herself, i wanted to let go of control and eat whatever i wanted without judgments. i really feel like this is something i should’ve done years ago, like when i was 18 because i lived alone then, because i love it that much.
over the years, i always feel good whenever i gained some weight. yes, even as someone tormented by anorexia: the voice of pleasure was often crammed way in the back of my mind, but i would hear her. i never liked it when i lost weight because i always felt like i was doing it for someone else.
earlier, after i posted a new chapter of dead man walking and i had a big lunch (and i mean, big: a big bowl of veggie pho, a bowl of pretzels, a few meatballs, and a big ham and cheese sandwich), i lay down flat on my back and my belly rose so high up right before my eyes. every night when i go to bed, i roll over onto my back and lay my head flat on the mattress and let her rise like a loaf of bread, and i run my hand along the curve and it feels so hot. it literally makes me wonder why everyone’s so self-conscious (where fat women want to cover up everything, i want to show off skin all the time because i have more of it now). because of this...
I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP LOOKING AT MY BODY AND TAKING PIX OF IT. i literally can’t. i also can’t stop touching my own body, either. (one thing about my body that mesmerizes me to of great extent is my belly button of all things: when i let my belly rise up while i’m down on my back, there’s something so hypnotic about the way it rises up the highest, like it gives me the sexiest feeling).
with sexy feelings comes sexy thoughts. i’m experiencing fantasies and wanting to do things that i never even thought i would ever experience before in my life (like tying up my hands behind my back and eating six donuts or a whole pie. i’ve actually eaten a whole pie solo before and most donuts i’ve eaten is four so just imagine the swoons that swept over me at that).
i also can’t stop picturing myself as bigger and heavier. i’m at 260 now: i wonder how i would pull off 270 pounds, followed by 280, and then 300 and beyond. i keep wondering how heavy i would have to be for my belly to extend out so far that it forces my legs apart. i keep picturing my body fuller and heavier as my stomach grows more and more. i keep wondering just how much heavier i can possibly get, too: where do i stop? 300 pounds? 350? 375? 385? i’m on the fence about astrology but my chart says i’m supposed to get really fat when i hit 30 years old: i’m 29 and i’m already ahead of the game on this one, so of course i’m curious.
like, there really is some truth to the phrase “fat and happy”: i feel myself getting happier and more like myself as i get fatter.
like i said last night, it’s devious and rebellious and rock n’ roll. you shock people and it’s genuinely a lot of fun, too.
and potbellied pigs are adorable, and i feel sexy with a potbelly, too.
i’m properly porky now. even with the cons, i couldn’t ask for anything else, tbh. other than more pounds, but that’s a given, though.
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babeethicc · 2 years
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All bodies are beautiful I know, but don't compare a body that gained weight in a short time to a body that has been fat all its life.
Stretch marks, flaccidity, cellulite, varicose veins, acne marks, insulin hyperpigmentation.
Still, all bodies are pretty.
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