#rumble.txt

-audio/videos of stomach noises

-stuffing (irl and art)

-vore (not a whole lot, but i do enjoy some safe vore and rarely hard vore as long as its not gory or anything)

-some written kink (maybe my own of my ocs if i feel inclined)

-general nsfw things (pics, gifs, text posts, etc)

-furry shit

Limits (things u wont see here/I don’t want u to talk to me about):

-sc/at, fa/rting, and other unsanitary fetishes

-eme/to or torturing someone by stuffing them

-gory hard vore

-oversized bellies, like really unrealistically big compared to the rest of the person/character and usually same-size vore

Absolutely not tolerated here:

-underage characters in sexual situations, p*dophilia, z//oophilia, inc*st, etc

-queerphobia of any kind (im pansexual and trans)

-just generally being a creep to me

I’m proud of my progress, proud of the weight I lost. I admit shamed of being fat, hating myself for being me. Years of cruelty from people and family taking its toll. But I have learned not to change my weight to impress, to be accepted. I acknowledge the progress I have been doing to care of myself.

I wont hate my body for what it is. I cannot love it, not yet, not even after the weight is gone. But I will not actively despise it, or look at the loose skin and fat in disgust anymore. I’m changing, mentally and physically. I’m changing and progressing in my own way, for me.

My weight loss is for no one but myself, my body is just skin and fat, stretch marks and bumps. Normal human things. A normal human being. Half broken and slowly stitching back the parts I ripped out.

I let someones feelings dictate how I interacted with a friend. It was not my responsability but I did out of a guilt I shouldve ignored.

Your jelousy made me avoid interacting with that friend in a public space, because of shame and guilt for 'taking your place'. I fucked up so bad, letting you influence me like that.

I will let myself talk to friends freely, interact with their posts, and asks, and tag without feeling awful for it. I will not fucking feel guilty for being friends with someone because of Person B's jealousy. NEVER be ashamed of my interests, especially if it happens to be similar in some ways to that friends own interest. Because its my interests and hobbies too.

Yes I had the same misplaced fleeting feelings, but DID NOT let that infleunce me, it was not a healthy state to be in with my mental health and got rid of it. And I sure as hell didnt let feelings take over and revolved my interest and hobbies, basing original characters in romantic settings on a PERSON. Or go as far to delete my blog to be noticed by them.

I especially, will not let a lying hypocrite, judge me in my time of stress you helped caused, shaming my venting in my OWN PRIVATE unsearchable blog where no one follows anymore that you had supposedly no reason to look at, in a time where I was severely hurt and mentally unstable. Lecturing me as if YOU hadnt done the SAME over your childish jealousy of me. As if you never fucking called me worse names and hate you yourself admited to doing, in the privacy of your own blog and no one to call YOU out on it.

But its justified for you to do that to me?

You do not have the right to talk of my problems, when you yourself look obsessed, revolving your own hobbies, blog and life FOR A PERSON. You have no RIGHT, telling me to change myself. You did not change yourself.

Thats YOUR problem. Not Person A. Or mine. Mine was risking my friendship for your benefit. Fucking up how my friendship and anxiety shaped itself into, becuase of your jelousy. For two years. You were not worth that. No one, is worth risking any relationships like that for. No one.

I should have never tried being friends with you, especially when it was only out of pity. It was never healthy from the start anyways. You started the drama, and I continued it. And now, I will be the one to end it.

Not.

You.

I’m living for myself, taking real advice to better myself, NEVER to be influenced by anyone ever again.