Fit To Fat Weight Gain Story の小説・ストーリー

“Including losing weight again to escape the feelings?” “Yes.” She bit her lip. “That’s one of the things that I talk about with Rianna. How to gain weight slowly and with healthy food, and not panic and stop eating as the numbers get higher and higher on the scale. How to handle all the feelings and memories that come up as they do. For me, gaining weight is – complicated. It’s way more than just going to McDonald’s every day and stuffing my face with abandon. Lots goes on in my head every time I step on the scale, and see the numbers going up, and none of it is good.”

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

"I don't have to blame my mother. I'm just happy because mom's health is getting better. I also miss the taste of mom's food." “Remember to eat a lot of food. If you can't eat it all, put it in a box and bring it to the car, if you're hungry, take it out and eat again." She hastily shook her head: "If you eat so much, you will gain weight. Every time I gain weight, exercising and losing weight is very difficult.” "Isn't a little chubby body beautiful?" “Are you kidding me? Honestly, I don't want to be fat, I just want a slim body."

I felt the tears running down my cheeks and I didn’t know for what fucking reason, or maybe I did. "Don’t cry, I can’t see you crying Mon amour," Nate said. "I’m getting fat," I said crying, "This morning I weighed myself, five pounds Nate, five pounds in two weeks, and I’m only in the sixth month. I have flabby skin and a huge ass, I tried on the bra of the outfit I used for Valentine’s Day and IT. DID. NOT. FIT! I CAN’T FIT MY TITS IN MY NEW BRA!" I said hysterically. "You know why I don’t wear shoes any more, but I only wear slippers? Because I can’t get to fasten them! I can’t put on my shoes Nate! I’m huge!" I continued crying desperately.

“No. I’ve adhered to a healthy diet and have not been tempted to revert to anorexia once since my recovery. In fact, I have gained weight.” “Good for you,” the doctor said after weighing her and announcing she was five pounds heavier than the last time she'd checked. The weight gain shocked her, for though she noticed her clothes fit snugger, this was a much greater increase than she’d ever had. But she had hardly noticed the gain. It certainly hadn’t been at the forefront of her mind.

“My stupid mind just won’t let me believe it. And… I don’t want to get fat. I…” “Isabella.” My head jerked up at the sound of his voice. His tone was firm but not harsh, his eyes piercing but gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with gaining weight,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s only unhealthy if it’s extreme. You’re stunning, Isabella, and anyone who told you otherwise is a liar.” I swallowed hard, his words hitting me like a blow.

I ordered. She nodded before climbing the stairs and disappearing out of my sight. "It appears your Lila is under a lot of stress, which is why she can't gain weight the way you want her to. But you can't make people gain weight by forcing them to eat," Rhodes said as he dropped the notes he was writing. "Yes, you absolutely can," I argued. It was basic mathematics. One plus one equals two. You eat more, you gain weight. You don't eat, you lose weight. Everyone knows that.

I turned to the confused neighbors and said, "I was just as confused as you until recently. I couldn't understand why I kept gaining weight no matter what I did. But now… I know." Under their stunned gazes, I slowly removed my shirt and exposed two enormous puncture needles on my back. One was red, the other was blue. "What are those?" "That's terrifying!" The neighbors recoiled in shock while Mom and Jenny lowered their heads. I took a deep breath. "Every night, Mom and Jenny would come into my room and inject a large dose of drugs through the red puncture. The drugs made my fat cells divide rapidly, so I gained weight extremely fast. That's why I couldn't lose weight no matter what I did."

I've gotta say I'm proud of myself. I wasn't always overweight. I've been in the normal BMI range the entire school years until I broke up with my boyfriend after graduation. From there on, I went into this steep line of climbing towards overweight in just three months that from a normal size 6, I went to size 12, sometimes 10 if I wear clothes fit to my body but mostly 12, because I like baggy clothes to hide my figure. So yeah, it's all because of that motherfucker. He didn't just broke my heart, he inspired me to eat crappy food -as crappy as him- that I swell everywhere with fat, making me gain kilos that I hadn't been able to lose until ten years later.

Fred retorted, “you mean you like a chubby girl” Fathia inquired, “I like a girl with big boobs and big butts, Fred said, “which means you don't like my body type” Fathia, “I love you but If you become chubby I will love you more” Fred said, “What type of diet can make me chubby within a short period?“ Fathia asked, “Don't worry about that, I will get all for you today” Fred retorted,