Ya Mama Is So Fat Novels & Stories

“Grandma, my hips are wider.” “Good,” she nodded. “And my breasts, they're huge.” I studied them in the mirror, frowning. “I'm fat.” “Nonsense.” The old lady snapped boisterously. “You're not fat, Anyta. You just have a fuller figure.” I blinked. “Are you serious right now?” She raised a thin brow. “What exactly is the problem here? Sounds like you’re living most women’s dreams. You look wonderful, darling.” Her smile softened. “Motherhood made your hips wider. And stronger. You should be proud of that.”

the woman exclaimed. “And why are you thanking God that I’m home?” Donna asked. “It’s pretty clear that I’m thanking Him, but why are you?” “Just look at me!” the woman nearly screamed. “Isn’t the answer obvious?” “Well...” Donna replied thoughtfully, “it looks like you lost about 30 pounds...” “Thirty-five!” Maria exclaimed. “And just look at me! I’m a mamacita, but look!” “I am looking. What’s the problem?”

Mama ( Uncle), take it plss (please)" As soon as I took the dress, Fatima and Jiya's face fell but they smiled nonetheless seeing Piya's happy face... "Thanks Allah. You saved me from these two crazy woman" but I hear coughing sound after saying this. When I looked forward I saw Jubayer's panic face and he pointed beside me.. When I looked there, I found Jiya and Fatima looking at me angrily but Piya looked happy as I made her Ammi (mother) mad and she start shouting.. Yeah. Ammi (mother), Fupi (Aunty) you both are crazy. Tath (That) day Abbu ( father) called you both crazy and now Mama (Uncle) also calling you crazy...

“I’m not Eliza, mom! Stop treating me like it.” “I’m not treating you like you were Eliza, Emilie. I never have and I never will. But I do not appreciate you going around and telling everyone that I’m not feeding you enough!” “You think I’m walking around and sharing that information?” Emmie laughed through her tears. “Why would I, mom? I was fat-shamed by you my whole life, and now that I’ve finally lost a lot of weight, everyone seems to think it’s okay to comment on my eating habits. I would never tell them!”

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Pagod na ito kanina pa dahil sa pagsisilbi kay Romana. "Tama na 'yan . . . Masama ang lahat ng sobra kaya tumigil ka na sa pagkain niyan. Baka sipunin ka . . . Kawawa naman si baby." Napalabi siya nang hilahin nito ang kaniyang kamay palayo sa sorbetero. Sa tanang buhay niya ay ngayon pa lang siya nakatikim ng ganoon kasarap na ice cream.

The morning sun painted golden streaks across the skyline, but the warmth did little to ease the cold grip of my thoughts, I hate that the thought of my mom always steal my joy. “I sure do hope I don't turn fat” her words brought me back to reality, I entered the bathroom, I could see her barrbpdy through the night wear she wore. “You're not going to be fat, you'll be sexy”. “The lies men tell” “What is it you women wants to hear”. “Just tell me the truth, I'm becoming fat” I knelt with one knee in front of her, kissed her navel. “It's barely noticeable for a 6 months pregnancy.

She nodded, “ yes, you will fat if you it anada wan” “ Ma, look, you don't have to worry about anything. I won't grow fat just by having another bowl of ramen”. “ That's wat you peeple say. You don't know that if you it anada wan, you will want anada wan, and if you it that wan, you will still want anada wan, and before we know what is happening, you will fat, just like that fat big man-baby there”, she unapologetically pointed at a plus-size man sitting behind us, whose face was buried in his bowl of ramen, and we almost ran out of breath while trying not to laugh.

I said once I arrived at the dining table to join her. Mom had a scowl on her face, as if recalling an unpleasant past. She said, "Don't worry, my daughter. I can take care of myself, and it's not in my genes to become a chubby woman." Laughing, I suggested, "It's not in those other women's genes either, but staying at home and sleeping regularly could stimulate the fat gene, and you might become a plus-sized woman." Mom chuckled and said, "Alright. I'll resume my fitness training."

She looked sixty but still had this youthful vibrancy about her that showed in the way she walked. Her grey-and-black hair was tucked into a neat bun, and her face showed a slight resemblance to that of a certain billionaire and my sons. Her brown eyes fell on me, and her large smile grew even bigger. “It’s so wonderful to meet the beautiful mother of these adorable little gentlemen.” She threw her arms around me and pulled me into a bone-crushing hug, almost choking the life out of me. “I’m Isabelle Romero, but please call me Mamma.” ‘Sheep! It is Dante’s mom. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?’