A Walrus With A Computer

“Phoaar!” Exclaimed the driver. “You like to eat a lot, yes?”

I pushed my belly out to free up my diaphragm and said in a cramped voice, “I do.”

The driver went on to explain that he had come from Pakistan a few years ago, and that he had many migrant friends who were opening restaurants. As he took me to my destination he spoke relentlessly of which restaurants I should try - which had the best portions “for huge man like you” - which ghee laden dishes were “best for belly”.

As I got out he pushed his card into my thick fingers and told me to “be careful when you walk - if you need to walk far you call me, okay brother?”

(Pictures attached are not the outfit I was wearing.)

I’ve been experimenting with 3D models of myself, some digital, one even printed as a small figurine. It is motivation made visible.

Every one of these models comes from my own imagination, but they all carry my face. They are personal. They are not random fantasies, they are future versions of me. When I look at them, I don’t just see an object. I see direction. I see possibility. I see the body I’ve been working toward for years.

If you want to reach a goal, you need to visualize it.

Goals stay weak when they only exist as vague thoughts. But when you give them shape, form, detail, when you can look at them, hold them, imagine yourself inside them, they become real enough to move toward.

For me, these models help me stay focused. They remind me why I started. They remind me that progress does not happen overnight. Big changes are built slowly, patiently, deliberately.

And honestly? Every time I look at them, I smile. Because I know I am already on the way.

Year by year, meal by meal, inch by inch, I have been building toward the body I always dreamed of having. If things continue well, I may be brushing against the 200kg mark by the end of the year.

Whatever your goal is, size, strength, wealth, peace, confidence, make it visible. Make it tangible. Keep it close enough that you can feel it pulling you forward. Dreams become stronger the moment you give them form.

And I give myself form.

Heavy, round, exaggerated, impossible to ignore.

In these statuettes and models, I shape myself the way I have always imagined: a vast seated presence, thick limbs rooted with weight, a chest softened by indulgence, and a belly poured forward in one grand curve of mass and abundance.

The stomach is always the centerpiece, huge, low, dominant, spilling outward with the kind of volume that commands attention before a single word is spoken. Smooth in places, textured in others, hanging with purpose, resting like it belongs exactly where it is. Not hidden. Not restrained. Celebrated.

From every angle there is something to admire: the side profile where the belly leads the body, the front view where it fills the frame, the seated pose where flesh settles into itself with luxurious gravity.

That is what fascinates me most — not just size, but presence. The fat creates shape. The way softness becomes architecture. The way indulgence leaves visible proof.

And because each model carries my face, it becomes more than fantasy. It becomes prophecy.

A reminder that what I imagine, I can build. What I desire, I can become. And what now exists in PLA and pixels… may one day exist fully in flesh.