Embarrassing Weight Gain Stories Novels & Stories

I said as I stared at my naked self in the full-length mirror in our bathroom. I have gained about eighty pounds, and my boobs have grown into gigantic cantaloupes. Tanner helps me rub lotions all over my body twice a day, but the creams haven't helped with all of the stretch marks that keep popping up. I had only gained twenty pounds through my pregnancy with Cora, so I'm starting to get a bit mortified. Will Tanner still be attracted to me after all of this is over.

I’d heard countless times from Thayer, my husband, about how he wanted to have kids, and I was so proud and excited to be finally fulfilling that desire of his. I’ve never had it easy with love. I was born chubby and was forced to endure relentless mockery from peers and even my family while growing up. I was called all sorts of names: overweight, fat, chubby, shark, and other painful names that forced me into hiding. No one wanted to associate with me, let alone fall in love with me. I tried various methods to lose weight; I went on diets, practiced yoga, and even engaged in morning exercise routines, but instead, it felt like I was gaining more weight.

And I had let that lie grow because I was too scared to face the truth. I pressed my hand to my stomach. My body wasn’t the same anymore. I’d gained weight during the pregnancy and still hadn’t lost it all. It didn’t matter, not really, but it helped me build a cover story. I told Henry I needed to pick up a weight-loss supplement I’d ordered from a wellness boutique on the other side of town. I wore gym leggings under my coat and carried an empty tote bag. He didn’t question it. He kissed me goodbye and told me to drive safe. That made it worse.

I couldn't believe I ate that whole foot long! I had to do better tomorrow. Only salad and water. Salad with no dressing of course. Maybe I should start smoking again. That really helped me lose weight before. And Uma smokes so I won't get flack from other people about it. I could also try some diet pills. But those make me feel absolutely horrible. I had to figure something out. I had gained fifteen pounds in the last year. It was horrific! Of course no one else sees it like that. They see it as me getting better and healthy. But how could I be healthy when I didn't feel beautiful? When my clothes were getting tighter? When I look in the mirror and feel disgusted?

And we take a seat on the same sofa. - My story begins when I was thirteen. I gained a lot of weight because my parents had just divorced and each blamed the other for the failure of their marriage. I was so fat that I had trouble moving around. Everyone made fun of me. Even my mother, it was my father who didn't throw stones at me. I decided to go and live with him. At school, it was hell, constant mockery, no one wanted to come near me for fear of suffering the same fate. I locked myself in my studies and I was the first in my class. But when it came to boyfriends, no one wanted to approach me, let alone hold my hand. When I got my diploma, I promised myself I would lose all this excess we

“Let me ask you. Did you have a nice figure and a pretty face in the past?” “Yes. I can't control my diet. I'll drool and crave for food every time I see it and gain weight after. Most importantly, I enjoy meat and sweet stuff very much!” Sharon spoke in embarrassment, “I find that running and other exercises have no effect on me. Instead, I grow fatter every time I try to lose weight!” “When did this start?” Fane asked.

He was perfect, and I was the problem. If only I could lose weight, maybe things would be different. But nothing ever worked. Every time I tried, the weight came back twice as much. I joined pack training repeatedly, starved myself for days, even attempted a twelve-day cleanse that ended with me collapsing during morning drills and waking up in the infirmary again. "TRICIA!" My mother-in-law's voice snapped through the hallway like a whip. I blinked hard, realizing I had zoned out. "Have you added deafness to your list of problems now?" she snapped. "Get out of here before you embarrass this family any further."

What if there was a night when I couldn’t fit into my costumes anymore? What the hell was happening to me? “Just suck in,” Trish said, shaking her head as she saw the look of horror on my face. “I’m sure it’s just a bit of water weight. It’ll come off in a couple of days. We all know how hard you’ve been working; it would be impossible for you to actually gain any weight. Unless you’ve been, like, binge eating in secret.” She grinned at me, but I couldn’t help feeling embarrassed.

Even my face had changed—cheekbones too prominent, eyes seeming larger in their sunken sockets. I hadn't been trying to lose weight. Between nursing Lucas, working part-time at the library, and the constant low-grade stress of adjusting to single motherhood, the pounds had simply melted away. At first, I had been pleased to see my pregnancy weight disappearing so quickly. Now, pulling on a pair of jeans that once fit perfectly but now hung loose on my hips, I realized I had gone too far. "Eat more," I murmured to myself, securing the jeans with a belt cinched to the tightest notch. "Simple solution."

But every time I look at you, I see my older sister. I froze, listening closely. "She was plus-sized, just like you," Nora murmured, her voice breaking. "In this pack, where everyone obsessed over perfection and slim waists, she was ripped apart every single day. The public criticism, the cruel jokes, the disgust in people's eyes... it broke her bit by bit. And I was too young, too weak to save her. She took her own life because she couldn't carry the weight of their hatred anymore." Tears welled in my eyes as I pressed closer to the door.