No Way to Hide
You've always tried to convince yourself that your weight gain isn't that noticeable, that you can still hide the evidence of your gluttony from the world. But who are you kidding?
It's written all over your body, in every bulge and roll that strains against your clothes. The way your shirt rides up, exposing the pale, doughy flesh of your belly. The way your chin doubles, even triples, a soft pillow of fat that betrays your lack of control.
You can feel the stares, can't you? The way people's eyes widen as you walk by, their gaze lingering on your expanding form. You can hear the whispers, the snickers, the barely-stifled laughter that follows in your wake. They all know what you are, what you've let yourself become.
And the way you move, the labored shuffle of your gait, the panting breaths you take after even the slightest exertion... it's a dead giveaway. You can't hide the toll your excess weight is taking on your body, the way it slows you down and holds you back.
Even the way you eat is a humiliating spectacle, the way you shovel food into your mouth with such greedy desperation. The way you go back for seconds, thirds, fourths, your plate always piled high with the evidence of your gluttony. You can feel the judgment, the disgust, but you just can't stop yourself, can you?
There's no way around it, no way to escape the truth of what you are. A pathetic, bloated glutton, a slave to your own base desires. And no matter how you try to hide it, to squeeze yourself into clothes that don't fit and suck in your gut, the reality of your ever-expanding body will always shine through.
Deep down, that's what you really want. To be exposed, humiliated, degraded for all to see. To have your shame on display, a testament to the depths of your depravity. Because in the end, there's no way to hide what you are, what you've become. And maybe, just maybe, that's exactly the way you like it.
