Just a writer, eh?

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

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.

Poking their belly: "You're going down!"

Every car is a low rider, when you squeeze your fat ass in.

It's almost as if all this fat is making you look kinda... fat

Imagine how awful it must feel waking up skinny and not horny.

Everything shower < everything fridge raid