be big, be full, be happy

tried to leave the glen. can't be having that.

When you lose weight, the first thing to go is your muscles, not your fat, and guess what very important organ is a muscle? The heart. Ozempic, fasting, all that crap will eat at your muscles long before it burns any fat, and no, exercise* won't help, because you're still not getting the nutrients you need to keep your muscles going.

I'm not only speaking of scientific research, I'm also speaking from experience. I was on ozempic for several months back when I was diagnosed with insulin resistance, and I lost so much weight, so much that I felt I could ignore the fact that I was weaker than ever, the fact that my oral medications wouldn't work(some of which I need to Not Die), the fact that some days I could barely even keep water down. Eventually I couldn't keep going I was just too weak, so I stopped it, and I gained twice as much, I went from 100kg, to 80kg on ozempic, and now I'm 120kg. All of this could have been avoided if they'd not seen a far chick and decided losing weight was the only option, they never even put me on Metformin, I had to ask for that this year, 5 years after being diagnosed with insulin resistance.

I never got that muscle back because my rheumatoid arthritis has a lovely symptom known as exercise intolerance, where any exercise will basically leave me bedridden in agony or at the very least super fatigued.

That's another thing, they didn't catch my rheumatoid arthritis for years, they said to lose weight so your back doesn't hurt, and yeah, it helped my back, but that's because I have literal bone from my damaged sacrum rubbing up against flesh in a way it shouldn't, damage that could have been avoided if again they didn't see me as just a fat woman.

i didn't really get into it the first time around but this is so important. you cannot fight fatphobia without feminism. women routinely have their health complaints downplayed. being a fat woman makes it worse. you cannot fight fatphobia unless you are anti-racist. for fat people of colour, the rate of medical neglect is much higher, compounded by racism in the medical field. (also, bmi is racist in its very conception.) you cannot fight fatphobia unless you are for disability activism. just like fat people, disabled people unfortunately have to be their own advocates, and it should not be this way. you cannot fight fatphobia unless you recognise classism. poor people do not have the privilege of affording doctors and specialists who may be out-of-network and so their options for finding good doctors are limited.

I’ve loved that i made this choice and gaining weight has been incredible and everything i was worried about when i was skinny about making this choice did not matter

i want everyone who is tempted to gain to just try it out (you can always lose it but allow yourself to love it and it will be so much fun)

If you're into death/dark feedism

Full video of me sloshing my huge gut because yall need some more ASMR 🐽

Make me bigger make me fatter I need to be huge

All I dream of is becoming the biggest pig 🐖 keep enabling me keep feeding me

Keep ruining my belly and make my eating disorder worse

You set your first weight goal at 250lbs, but upon reaching it you don’t feel satisfied. You see all the praise and attention other feedees receive for their sheer size. You feel an envy brewing. You must keep going.

Before you know it you surpass 300, then 450, then 600..

Uh oh! It looks like you’re ballooned up so huge that you can’t even sit up anymore without the weight of your enormous gut pinning you down.. You know this isn’t good for you, but the attention you’ve garnered online for your disgustingly obese body makes you feel soooooo good. What will you do?

You’re now 780lbs, there’s not much more you can do from this point on other than stuffing your face daily with your greasy, stubby hands.. continuously packing pounds on faster than ever before now that you’re immobile. It seems you’re for sure doomed to gluttony.

You’ve officially ruined your life for something you swore you could quit at any time. Your body is permanently damaged, even doctors tell you that you’re well beyond the point of no return.

Gluttony and lust have consumed you whole.

Was it worth it, piggy?

While you just lay there. Like a mountain of lard that almost spills over the bed. With a docile look on your face, only thinking about your next meal.✨