cute tummies

you're getting ice cream with your friend and they make a comment about the fat person eating an ice cream cone you SAY, "oh then I guess you don't want ice cream, let's go." (fat people don't need to earn food even for enjoyment)

you're at the beach and a fat person is laying out and your dad says something rude about it you SAY, "I think they look comfortable. It's good they're getting some sun. I bet they work hard all year for this vacation." (fat people deserve to appear in public)

Mantra for today- “I revel in my own power. I am magic. I deserve everything I want.”

Feedees who are either just a little or quite a lot plumper as a result of embracing the beauty of their bodies? Spectacular. Amazing. Kind.

Then there are those who are feeders and realise, yeah, maybe it's OK that if their weight fluctuates gently up and down, up and down, because that's perfectly natural and normal. Because their partner will — absolutely, genuinely, whole-heartedly — be attracted to them regardless.

Feedism is just a kink, I know. But I do like the way it makes food into what it should be – something to be simply enjoyed. I like the way it takes us away from the disordered, almost fearful eating of modern society and puts us back firmly into a natural past, where fat was simply a measure of prosperity and a marker of sensuality.

I want to make it easy for you to relax. grab a drink and sit down while I cook dinner. get comfortable. now eat.

it's okay, have as much as you want. you had a long day. you're full? have a little more, go on. do you want a treat? I've set aside some dessert for you...

that's it.

indulge in sensory pleasures. a sweet morsel on your tongue, the stretch of your skin as your belly swells. when you're full like this, you are totally present in your body. let's get you stuffed till you can't think straight and all your worries and stresses fade to the back of your mind.