Stories About Getting Fat Novels & Stories

“Get up, you useless pig! Breakfast won’t serve itself.” I pushed myself off the mattress, ignoring the stiffness in my back and the deep ache in my knees. I caught my reflection in the cracked mirror by the door—round face, messy brown curls, too-wide hips, and a soft stomach that no amount of starvation seemed to shrink. The body everyone hated. The body I had spent years trying to disappear. I tied my faded apron around my waist and slipped into the kitchen.

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

Trying to change her mood and distract her from the downpour outside, “What? We're not using the window?” A small smile pulls up on her face. “I wouldn't be able to. I'm too fat.” A primitive type of anger fills me on hearing that. She’s not fat, not nearly as fat as the plump women I come across everyday. And when did fat become something to associate with ugliness? “Who told you that?” “My—” She pauses when she's about to give me a name. “No one. Forget about it. It doesn't matter.”

He had grown plump over the years which was a rare occurrence for our kind, as we had an amazing metabolism that made it hard for us to store excess fat. For him to have gotten this big, that meant he was probably engaging in awful and disgusting acts of gluttony. "What is it?" I asked, folding one arm over the other. "Why did you just walk in here to disrupt everything?!" He cried. "Things have been going really well, only for you to come here and poison the mind of my elders!" "Poison the mind of 'your' elders?" I burst into laughter. "Oh, c'mon. Don't even say that. I saw the way you looked at them all in disdain. Do you think me stupid?"

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

He pushed a plate toward me. He had brought too much, just like always. “Tell me honestly, is your plan to make me fat?” I asked as I stared at my plate. “This is a well-balanced meal. It won’t make you fat,” he replied nonchalantly. “Eating too much of a well-balanced meal can also make you fat!” “Before you become fat, you first have to stop being too thin. Right now, you’re too thin. So don’t worry about getting fat.”

I let out a weak moan and gripped his arm tighter. "I-It's just... um..." I couldn't continue what I was going to say. "Go on, tell me what the problem is," he said in a serious tone and started kissing my jaw, down to my neck. "I-I'm fat..." I just said. I know he's already seen my body when he dressed me, but I'm not comfortable. My co-workers used to say that I'm kinda fat, and they also said that it would be better if I lost weight. I just didn't listen to them. It's in our genes to gain weight quickly. I'm confident with my body; I'm used to it... but I'm scared that Luca won't find my body beautiful when he finally sees it all.

Hookups are fine, because those are by default hidden or secret. The Guys I have slept with before usually ask me about my scar on my waist and some even ask me about my stretch marks. One man was such a jerk. He asked if I had been pregnant before and if that was how I got my stretch marks. I felt embarrassed to admit I was fat before. I wish I could accept both my old and new body without any hesitation. I wasn’t fat because I was eating unhealthy food. It was hormonal and that kidney donation operation fucked up my body real bad. Stretch marks are not that prominent, but the scar is.

Several women next to him stamped their feet angrily after hearing that. They really wouldn’t eat these delicious snacks because they were scared of getting fat. They just had some fruits and they still needed to pay attention to calories. Renee felt happy again. Dante must had heard the gossip of those garrulous women, so he walked out to help her. But his words were really vicious and infuriating. "Don’t be too certained.that I won’t get fat.If I eat too much,I might end up looking like a pig.” “I will never see you as a pig.Fat or slim,you’ll always be my darling girl.

However, Anastasia quickly dodged. In the end, all Maria grabbed was the air. She was startled. Then Anastasia snarled, "Aunt Marie, I know I'm fat. I've been fat ever since I was young. You've watched me grow up, and I've always been this size. “What's wrong with being fat? I've never gone to eat the food off your dinner table, have I? I didn't gain this weight from eating the food you made, did I? So, why do you bother if I'm fat?"