Just a writer, eh?

Give this post a ♥️ if you honestly believe that what I write has contributed to you getting fatter.

At the rate your ass is getting fatter it's not so much "if he dies, he dies" as it is "when he dies, he dies".

"I'm full." she said, as if it was her call to make.

Don't be sad if you rip another set of clothes. Think of it as a snake shedding its own skin to make room for a bigger, more beautiful version of itself.

If you like eating just a little bit too much you still end up with a lot of fat over time.

You are about to enter what I like to call the "What have I done!?" stage of your stuffing session.

Any shirt can be a crop top if your belly is fat enough.

A chairity concert to raise money to replace all the chairs your fat ass has broken.

As your thigh gap is closing, your ankle gap is widening.

I see you have reached the "belly freeing itself" stage of fat-assery.

Pretend-discretely stuffing a chocolate bar into your pocket as you leave the house the way a grandma does with a 10$ note.