Fatter? Fatter.

My belly runneth over 🤤

I’ve turned into a complete pile of fat. I ordered pizza and could barely heave my fat ass up off the couch to waddle to the door. I don’t know how much more I can gain before my belly constantly pins me down.

Wanna know why I’m getting so big?

I’m drinking so much soda and eating so many sweets. I’ve let go. I eat whatever I want, when I want it. I don’t care about nutrition. I want gravy, filled donuts, greasy pizza and cheeseburgers, I always need dessert.

The extra weight makes me look so good and I can’t stress it enough. I love the dimples, rolls, fat in places it shouldn’t be. My fingers are pudgy, feet, wrists, and ankles too. I have a double chin! My face isn’t meant to be fat…but it is now. My cheeks are so cute when I smile 🐷

hey I’m bigger

But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job

But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.