A throwback pic vs me now🥺

Found this old pic of when I was homeless sleeping in a car. I reached my lowest weight bc I literally couldn't eat or cook or anything. The moment I saved up enough for an apartment, I began sitting on the empty dull floors stuffing my face before even getting furniture. Just cooking whatever meal I could get my hands on & stuffing myself sick daily.

Over time, I began gaining & using this as a means for work, especially after becoming disabled. Now I'm entirely dependant on my lifelong fat fetish as being my source of income, keeping me housed & overfed on a constant. 🥺 It's a turn on in a way, also really stressful, however I can't lie it's a huge motivator. That my gluttony keeps me housed, keeps me fed, keeps me clothed. Like I'm being pampered by every single feeder who throws their money at me & becoming this monsterous version of my old self.

It's just really hot to me that after reaching my thinnest I decided to save up enough so I can begin my own porked up lifestyle without fears or worries. Now I'm larger than ever, dependant on food, dependant on feeders to throw their lustful wallets at me. My mind only seeks out the next meal. Not love, not intimacy, not even friendship, I just want to be fed. Not a care in a world for anything other than the next tub of ice cream or doordash.

🔪 Reblog if you are an evil feeder, want an 🐷 🐷 evil feeder, or have evil feeder fantasies 🔪

Just wanna feed someone this fucking big Again 🤤. U shouldn’t have to pay someone to get Fucking Fat like do you want this or not 💀

Every community has abusers hiding in it, and I think we would be naive to say that kink communities (not just feedism) make excellent hunting grounds because people are often already playing with power dynamics/imbalances, and it's easy to manipulate that into abuse. We also cannot ignore the fatphobia aspect, and you have abusers telling their victims, no one but me will love you cause you are fat and disgusting and then society is like, “lol true”.

People outside the community constantly accuse us of not addressing that, and it’s like, hey so we talk about that constantly actually and are also the ones most likely to be the victims of those abusers. So when you send death threats to a queer, fat, RACK compliant feedist over a jokey post you didn’t like, I’m not actually sure you are the good guy you think you are.

People just completely ignore anything that we have to say, ignore any fat lib/activism work we do, and make documentary after documentary being like: “Look how icky and gross this thing I don’t understand is!” Without ever addressing the actual issues they are supposedly so concerned about.

Playing with My Food 💕

I'd love to take you to a park full of joggers, wearing clothes that are way too small for you, revealing your jiggly cellulite to everyone. Having you stuff yourself like a pig on a public bench in a sweat-stained t-shirt and yoga pants, unshowered, validating every possible negative fat stereotype.

I'd have you look at all those fit girls running around while whispering in your ear how much of a hog you've become and how far you are drifting from anything considered a functional woman ; yet whispering how much I crave it. Telling you to open that box of donuts the second you are done with your burger to disable yourself a bit more. Whispering that you probably shouldn't even bother showering tonight either, since you're far too lazy for that anyway.