Getting softer

when the gravity of their gluttonous decisions literally weighs on them, when stuffing themself so full so often makes their gut begin to spill over all the time. the fact that you can heft and cradle it, jiggle and palm it easier, play with it more, squeeze and slap all that fat, watch it push out and fill their lap as they lose control with every meal and endless snacks

i love that crease that develops at the hips, with stretchmarks running up their sides at the strain from constantly eating. how it is a constant reminder that there was a before, that there's so much more of them now, and that they're only going to get bigger. the fact that they just look permanently heavy

there's really nothing like running your hands along that fold, then underneath to the underbelly. such a sensitive spot. being able to sink your teeth into it, leave hickeys on their overhang that they can't see unless the shift or look in a mirror

such a milestone to be celebrated! with more food of course

You “accidentally” bring me extra food too many times for it to be an accident. I have my suspicions about you but I’m too shy to ask outright, so I start wearing increasingly ill-fitting clothes to answer the door in an attempt to gauge your reaction. I let my shirts ride up over my muffin top, and the way you blush and try not to stare at my exposed skin tells me everything I need to know about your preferences.

I’ll stop posting these when fat girls in scrubs stop being hot

Healthcare worker who knows better than to spend every night eating processed corn and guzzling soda but keeps doing it anyway