Fit To Fat Weight Gain Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Just held mine, quietly, like he meant every word and didn’t care how insane it sounded. He continued. “You don’t have to change anything. We all have different body types. I eat a lot but I don’t gain weight. So why punish yourself?” “You’re just saying that because you don’t want to hurt my feelings. I just want to lose weight. It’s my choice.” I scoffed, my eyes watery now. He sighed. “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.”

"Maybe if you weren't so damn fat and lazy." I kept cleaning. "Maybe if you spent less time stuffing your face with stupid books, then you might look prettier and find a man who finds you attractive." There it was. The familiar jab. The one he'd been making for years. I felt it. Of course I did. But pain loses its sharpness after enough repetitions. Eventually, it becomes background noise, like traffic, rain, or heartbreak. I tossed the final paper towel into the trash. Richard laughed. The sound was ugly.

It seemed that he wasn't just fooling around with Talia. That lout had been chasing the skirts of any women he had his eyes on. I couldn't believe that I had actually treated a man like that as if he were some kind of prize. I had to have been completely out of my mind. I suggested going to a buffet after a month of starving myself and working out like crazy. I endured a month of suffering. Alas, not only had I failed to lose weight, but I had also gained even more. I pulled out several dresses I used to love and tried them on one after another. Some refuse to zip up, while the others split at the waist the second I forced them on.

I stepped on it. The number on the scale stopped at a figure that made me freeze. I had gained seven kilograms. Even though for the past two months I had been dieting desperately, my weight had gone up. I got off the scale and stood in front of the cracked mirror on the wall. My stomach was rounded. I was used to my fat stomach, soft, sagging, disproportionate. But now? My stomach looked different. Rounder and firmer. I touched it. Hard. I frowned. I pressed a little. Still hard. I pressed again. Same.

I asked, trying to keep things normal. “Exhausting. Non-stop calls.” He opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and popped the cap. His eyes finally landed on me, scanning from my chest down to my hips. The look wasn’t that of desire. It was disappointment. “You posting more of that stuff again? Parading around like everything’s fine?” I swallowed hard. “Just a try-on haul. The new dresses from that brand. People seem to like them.” He let out a short, bitter laugh. “Of course they do. All those girls lying to each other that being fat is beautiful. You’re really buying into your own hype, huh?”

“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.

" I shrug. "I have become fat, Emily. Can't you see that?" She dumps the dress and sits across the couch I'm on. I scan her from head to toe. "You're not fat. You have just put on some weight. And that's not much. It's just that you're not skinny like before. This is the normal shape any woman can have who leads a normal life, not on supplements and workouts", I tell her. I don't know from which angle she thinks she's fat. I can tell that she has gained like 6-7kgs which isn't much.

Recently she has started gaining her curves back after years of depression. Sarah was about to take a bite when Linda interrupted her. "Don't you think you should go on a diet Sarah... I mean look at yourself, you are gaining weight. I understand about being liberal and all that but you should keep yourself healthy and fit. Look at Xavier, he is so fit and handsome. You have to maintain yourself for him. Men tend to lose their interest in fat wives... Be careful with that and lose your weight..." she finished with the mocking smirk.

I can not eat them both. “You didn’t eat breakfast, or lunch. We’re gonna miss dinner. What’s holding you back?” “I don’t want to gain anymore weight” I keep my voice quiet. “Baby you’ve lost like twenty pounds in the past two months. You are getting to an unhealthy weight” “You don’t like my body?” My eyes start to sting, because I hate my body. But I don't want him to hate it, too. “I love your body. And I’ll love your body if you gain 50 pounds. Or more. I don’t love how you’re treating yourself. I don’t want to see you suffer like this”

“Why? It’s not like you’re a child. You’re an adult with a healthy sex drive, just like me. No reason to be embarrassed by talking with me about it. I think you could use some girl talk. I can give advice on most any topic, you know? You can ask me anything. I just wanted to reassure you that no matter what you look like, you are beautiful. I guarantee that Tyson likes the weight you’ve gained lately. He likes you just as you are. Don’t get me wrong; he’d never say a word to you about how your body is changing. He thinks you are beautiful and sexy, that won’t change with a few extra pounds. He wants you healthy; physically, and mentally. Best way to look at it; weight is just your relationsh