Nature Wants Us To Be Fat นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Secondly, the power of desire. “What is desire? “Sky desires to become the greatest in the world. It’s a powerful obsession. When his desire reached the pinnacle, he made a breakthrough into the ninth rank after consuming the power of the Dragon Essence. The same goes for your grandfather, Thomas. His ambition is equally great. Besides, he’s shrewd and cunning. However, even with the aid of the Dragon Essence, he only managed to become a Half-Saint. Human desire is terrifying.” After he spoke, he looked at James and said smilingly, “A man free of ambition like you is incapable of using this method. Hence, only the power of nature remains.” “Huh?” James asked in confusion, “What is the power

They envisioned a world where humanity lived in harmony with nature, cherishing and nurturing the precious resources the Earth provided. Their conversations often led to moments of introspection, as they reflected on their own personal growth and transformation. They shared stories of overcoming challenges, embracing vulnerability, and discovering their true purpose. They encouraged one another to stay grounded, reminding themselves of the importance of self-care, mindfulness, and nurturing their own well-being as they pursued their noble endeavors.

If my friends were here they would have been too happy," "Why you love nature so much?" I thought for a while before answering his question, "Nature is our only way of soothing our mind, easing our pain, enjoying our life, and love it like a mother. Nature is like a free cinema hall, with lots of twists, turns, beauty like divas, revenge against human's adverse activity, again love and showered us with its prosperity like mothers. You would never get bored of observing the diversity of nature. Besides, Poor like me doesn't have enough money to live a colorful life like you."

I replied, hoping he would drop the topic. “Talk to me, sunshine. I am not here to judge you. I just want to help.” He slid a glass of orange juice towards me, making my brain automatically think about how many calories are probably in it. “I don't want to be fat anymore.” I said quietly, looking at the over-filled plate of food in front of me. “Sunshine,” he said, scooted closer to me and his fingers laced around my arm to grab my attention. “You are not fat, you are just perfect, beautiful and you are healthy. Whose words are those that are running through your head? They can't be your own, nobody's own brain thinks so poorly of themselves unless it is with people's words consuming it.”

"Charlotte, please, for crying out loud. He’s in the past. Whatever his reasons were, believe me—he lost a good woman." I nodded again, brushing away my tears. "You’re beautiful, kind, compassionate, and ambitious. You’re full of love, even when given the least in return. What more could anyone look for?" "Starving yourself will only make you binge later and damage your health. That’s not a healthy diet. We’re all different, and so are our bodies. Some are meant to be curvy, some lean. That’s what makes us unique. You can stay fit and watch your weight in a healthy way—not by starving. Now, this cake isn’t going to waste. Let’s dig in! You have to taste it, even if it’s just a little."

“It makes us look lazy. Like we aren’t taking care of ourselves and therefore can’t take care of our men. Our father taught us that we should be able to take down a bear alone in the woods. If we couldn’t, then we weren’t fit to lead. If we expected our men to do what we couldn’t, why should they listen and follow us?” She nodded slowly, thinking on my words as she rinsed out the mug and set it on the drying wrack. “I think I agree with that.” “As do I but not everyone does.” “Like Kazmer?” I chuckled again. “No, he does. He eats when he’s stressed. He eats his feelings. Then he eats because he loves food. The amount of calories going in doesn’t match the amount that he works off when he get

“Keep that up, and you’re gonna get chubby.” “Let her be chubby.” I sigh, leaning back into the soft cushion of the seat I sit in. “She’s nothing more than a child. If she wants to be fat, let her be fat. If she wants to be afraid, let her be afraid. Soon enough, she is going to grow into an adult and begin to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders like the rest of us.” Sure, I was being pessimistic, but after seeing that photo of my mother smiling so fucking happily with Denali, I couldn’t help it. All these damned questions just kept haunting me, driving me mad little by little.

It's no use running away from reality, we may even have gained more visibility in soap operas and magazines, but it's not fat women that someone who reads,natural beauty. No, they see tall, skinny women in their minds, full of proportionate curves and zero cellulite. Some may even insist that the standard of beauty is changing, but just turn on the television to see that the reality is still different, nobody sees any girls weighing more than seventy kilos being the protagonist. I can't even imagine showing up here tomorrow to judge any woman's appearance, first because that would be very hypocritical of me, judging someone's body when I don't even accept mine, no, it definitely won't happen

Even if Calvin said he didn't mind, how could Natalie even feel comfortable going outside if she actually weighed 200 pounds? She didn't want to go to gatherings with Margot and the others in the future. Everyone would look young and beautiful and have great figures, while she would appear large and ungainly. Women, no matter their age, always had a desire to look beautiful. She didn't want to keep gaining weight. After she gave birth, she would work hard to get back in shape.

Our kind lives in harmony with nature, and fat is unnatural, unhealthy, and wrong, and if a fat shifter exists, they shouldn’t. They have to be fixed. Helped. Pinched when they reach for a cookie at the baked goods table. Lectured to do better, eat less, run more, no matter what they’re actually doing, it doesn’t matter, they’re probably lying. They must be told over and over that they’re fat, because they must not know, must not truly understand, because if they did, they’d fix themselves. A mirror must be held up to show them their own disgustingness. For their own good.