Novel & Cerita Chubby Vs Fat

He just chuckled, finding this act cute but I was honestly pissed. “You’re still so handsome,” I said bitterly, twisting my lips. “And I’m just… getting round like a ball.” I hissed. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly, his tone turned serious. “You still look incredible, and you can take leave from work if it helps you feel better.” I didn't like that suggestion. I frowned, crossing my arms. “If I stay home, I’ll just get fatter.” He laughed softly then corrected me with that familiar, patient tone. “Chubby, not fat, Sunshine. There’s a difference, and you’re beautiful either way.”

Justin asks being irritated, “they contain heat, fat, calories, most of the middle age people are dying because of a heart attack” “Look at me I grow up eating those, though I maintain my diet with vegetables, enough for the body not like you eating like a patient and still I am fit my heart, my BP are all perfect and about my body, I have no fats”. Justin said this all in just one breath as he took one deep breath before asking, “are you eating like a sick person because you wanted to lose those unwanted fats on you” Justin again said and this time he pointed his finger to Ella’s curvy chest.

“What’s wrong? Why are you pouting?” I crossed my arms, my lips pressing together stubbornly. “I’m fat.”

“Sandra... those are Softbatch Cream Cheese Chocolate Chip Cookies! They're not all sweet and surely won't make Faye fat or obese! She could eat a thousand of them and she won't gain cholesterol and even if she did we're rich. We'll give her a whole damn museum of gym equipment to burn those fats.” Sandra gasped, scandalized to even think her daughter is going to be fat. She had fully turned to him. “Are you hearing yourself? Even the name itself is fattening!" “I can't belive this! They're not bad for Faye's health!" “They could be Julian." “No, they can't.”

“If you are so eager to lose weight, there are other ways than starving yourself. Besides, there are many men who like their women chubby.” I raised my face to meet his gaze, but he was staring down. I guess you are not among them. Even chubby guys go for the smaller-sized women. Or the curvy ones with no tummy, the very big booty and very big bust. I gazed down at my plate. I should think positively—there had to be someone out there for me. I stole a glance at him again. The room suddenly felt warmer. Or maybe it was just me, flushed and caught between wanting to run and wanting to… lean into him.