I was so surprised to burst out of this skirt that easily, I had to do some cuts in the video 🤭

Summer babe (winter version) 👙❄️

The first photo is me in college. The last one is me three years later… and I’m so much bigger now.

I didn’t suddenly “lose control.” I just started enjoying food more and more, and I stopped fighting it. More meals, more comfort, more fullness. Somewhere along the way, my body followed. My stomach is always there now, my clothes fit tighter, and I take up way more space than I used to.

I know people expect regret, but I mostly feel content. I like watching myself get bigger. I like feeling heavier, softer, fuller. Food makes me happy, and gaining weight feels like a natural result of letting myself enjoy it without guilt.

College me was focused on staying small.

Now I’m focused on enjoying my body exactly as it’s grown.

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I can feel it in my body now. My stomach is heavier, fuller, always present. When I sit, it presses forward. When I stand, I feel its weight shift. I’m constantly aware of it, even when I’m not trying to be. It’s like my body is reminding me that something changed…that I let myself go further than I planned.

I stepped on the scale and the number made me so happy! All of this eating mindlessly, feeling my body and my belly grow.. it’s all finally paid off

What gets to me is how automatic it all became. Eating without hunger. Reaching for food without thinking. Using it to fill space, time, emotion. I’d tell myself just a little more, knowing full well I’d already crossed the line …and still I kept going.

Now I find myself fixated. On how my body feels. On how my belly carries the weight of it all. On how visible the change is. It’s not about liking or hating it…it’s about not being able to look away and constantly wanting more ❤️

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How's it hangin'? 💗