treeofchaos

And now you feel it sitting heavy inside you. You can feel the weight creep on. Slowly, through every gurgle and quake in your belly, shifting the weight throughout your body. Is it gonna chunk that fat face? Soften those thighs? Or remain belly lard?

You don’t know. But you know it’s coming. You know it’s naughty, and you love it. No one should eat as much as you. It’s shameful, embarrassing, something you’ve heard your whole life. But you just can’t stop. So you take the scolding, the teasing, the disapproving and stern belly pats, all the relentless harassment about your weight.

Because you know what they say is the truth. Everyone only sees you as the fatty. Nothing more. People who say they’re concerned watch you almost as if they want you to pork up. Prove them right. And you do. You grow so big and wide, so heavy and clumsy, everyone just gives up on you. We know you’ll never exercise. It hurts you too much. You hate it. And the last time you ate a green vegetable you almost puked.

So we just appease you. Feed you whatever and all you want. We all knew you’d end up like this anyway. So no you aren’t lying in bed, surrounded by hundreds of pounds of corpulent blubber because you were hungry. It’s because you needed it, to feel the terrifying helplessness, the massive weight of morbid obesity, to embody the sin gluttony.

So are

colostomy bags

Diapers

insulin pumps

Oxygen systems

rollators

hearing aids

compression garments

prosthetics

FREEDOM AIDS

- service animals

- noise cancelling headphones/ear defenders

- wheelchair attachments

- fidgets

IT’S DISABILITY PRIDE MONTH YALL

oh to hold ur partner and have ur hands not be able to go completely around them, and to be warm and comfy