It’s too cute you think you’re still in dad bod territory. In reality- you’ve blown yourself up to true fatass status. When you’re stuffed and groaning, nearly beached at your own will (or lack there of) I wonder how that brain still rationalizes you ‘not being that big’. It’s like you’re giving yourself an invitation to get bigger.
Everyone already sees how huge you’re getting, how that beef stuffed belly bellows into a room before the rest of you. When you’re so packed tight it’s hard to see you as anything but the behemoth you are Mr. Keaton.
Ugh fuck okay after waking up from the food bender last night I may see your point. I think my big gut nudges me out of the dad bod category then. I guess you’re not allowed to wake up with a groan and belch and a gut the size of a beach ball and get to say you have a dad bod 😯
And I rationalize it because I want to fucking eat more. I tell myself I’m not that big so I can gorge and glut every single bit of food I can get my hands on.
When people call me out on how fat I look, how giant my gut is getting, or just make fun of me for packing on so much weight it makes me realize it. But then those things also make me want to eat so I end up just blowing up even BIGGER
Ugh hearing a beef stuffed belly just makes me want to stuff more beef into it. I want people to notice it so fucking bad. But fuck look at me, I’m seriously wrecking my waistline with all these mindless food binges. Beefing me up so fucking much 😮💨
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