#FAT THOUGHTS

[roundandaround000]

~Previews~

You're starting to gain weight on purpose for the first time and you are indulging in stuffing yourself to the brim often, 3 or 4 times a week, sometimes every night.

You go to sleep with your belly bowing out in front of you and you sleep peacefully knowing you are full and round and happy.

One morning you wake up and you find that your stuffed belly didn't go away while you slept. You go to the mirror to look, and feel yourself moving differently. When you see yourself, you look a little less full than last night but something is different. You poke your belly. It wobbles. All the way through.

Your nightly binges that were adding weight to you so slowly and unnoticeably have finally stuck, in a wobbly ball of fat on your belly, almost like your stuffed belly just hours before.

What will you do? You have work or other commitments today.

Will you try to suck it in all day? How long could you last? What if you got hungry?

Will you hide it with big clothes? You try, and find that your biggest clothes are snug now. They don't hide your new shape as well as you'd hoped.

Will you boast it proudly out in front of you and let it be a monument to your gluttony? What comments will you get today? How will you respond?

After that first shocking day, maybe you don't binge for a few days. Your new gut loses its proudness and you can stuff yourself into your clothes better again.

But the wish to be full returns, and before you know it, you're stuffing yourself to the brim every night again.

And now you know that when you go to bed each night, that your giant fat stuffed gut might be a preview of what you will wake up looking like tomorrow.

As you get fatter, your previews get rounder, and pretty soon, you are just very round, all the time. With previews of more to come, every night.

[rocsteadyfeedee]

You ever feel so full and high that you could just cum 🥴🥴🥴

[janeandhannabbw]

i like wearing crop tops bcuz even when my belly is empty i feel huge spilling out of it 🥰

[audley-and-cherry]

One of the best, petty things about being a fat woman who does not hate herself for being fat is watching a particular type of thin person (but especially women) completely short circuit when they figure out that I'm happy with myself.

Because they would hate themselves if they were my size, they cannot even comprehend that I don't deny myself. That I don't even try to be thin. That I enjoy food without reservation. Those things are are supposed to be reserved for people who ~earned~ the privilege!

I eat what I want, when I want and that's enough of an anomaly that it causes confusion. And my amusement.

To a lot of these folks, being thin is an accomplishment. But to me, my accomplishment is joy and I refuse to apologize for that.

[celesteafterdark]

Laying in bed with my gut out, still hungry but too lazy to cook.

Really considering drinking the rest of the pancake batter from the fridge.

[fatterbiggersofter]

getting full is your body's way of telling you to stop eating stuff even more into your cute, tight lil belly so you can eat even more next time 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

[ellie-bellie-posts]

Having to spread your legs when you sit down because your belly is so round and heavy. 🥵

[fatass-thembo]

GYAHHH! All day at work, I've just been daydreaming about what it would feel like to have my hips brush against both sides of the doorway ... and how long until I'll reach that size

[macewinded]

Lemme suck the Cheeto dust from your fingers

[roundandaround000]

I am in love with the idea of the Academic Fat (TM)

The PHD student going for their doctorate in some obscure field and devouring texts while sitting comfortably in an arm chair, and becoming less and less comfortable in that armchair as they slowly, steadily spread over the armrests. Texts are not the only thing they are devouring.

The Samwell Tarlys of the world; with the heart of gold and the mind of neverending curiosity. Making connections that no one else can see across leagues and tomes and generations; while being incredibly, gorgeously fat.

The fiction lover who is so busy reading and watching and listening to everything they can get their hands on about far off adventures and fantastical places they can never know in reality; so busy memorizing the characters and places and events; so busy studying the many forms a story can take-- that they don't really notice (or care) how round they have become recently.

Some people need brain food. And some people need a lot of brain food.

Some people grow beautiful round bellies while they grow into a more well-rounded perspective, broadening their waistlines while they are broadening the horizons of their minds.

[untitledinstinct]

Idk what I want to eat right now, I just want a lot of it.

Ooooooh, those the works fries from New York fries and maybe a hot dog from there.

It's been forever since I've had that.

[fatterbiggersofter]

okay, just hear me out

what if everyone was just a couple (hundred) pounds heavier, yaknow?

snacking all the time, all the feedees blending in and living their biggest, best, blobbiest lives

like how big would you get if everyone was getting bigger too, right?

no more silly XL sizing, no more scales, just everyone being nice and chubby and plump

like would that really be so bad 🫠🫠🫠

[explode-this]

The lack of knowledge displayed by most doctors (especially surgeons) that I’ve seen in the last few months, regarding eating disorders both psychologically and physiologically, only reinforces the doubt and skepticism I have about their ability to treat any patient as a real person, never mind a fat patient. I understand that after 30 years or more of experience they see a lot of trends and correlation that become useful shorthand, such as “outcomes for [specific type of surgery] are better if a patient’s BMI is in [this specific range],” but that shorthand becomes their norm. Do they seek to be better skilled with fat bodies, or understand that in the course of an eating disorder and dramatically yo-yo-ing body mass that a body may settle at a weight that serves it best for survival? Asking a patient to take on the equivalent of a full-time job to lose 100lb—AGAIN, for the third time in that patient’s lifetime—in order to get below a certain body mass index threshold… well, it doesn’t take any of that into account and in my most generous reading it is tone-insensitive (in my least it’s fucking stupid). They don’t seem to understand that at some point the body will throw up a white flag and say “no thanks, we have continuing to live to do,” and that doesn’t even consider the psychological ramifications.

All that and when the surgeon I saw today heard I had already lost [x]lb in preparation for surgery (after my consultation with the other surgeon) I was treated to a “you go, girl!”, and though he seemed nice enough, I really just wanted to throw hands for that. I don’t need your condescension or your congratulations, I need you to listen to me, the patient who lives in this body and has lived in this body and understands what psychological bullshit she is flirting with in order to meet these requirements to have her insides repaired. GOD.

I am in a much stronger place than I was in the midst of my eating disorder. I know exactly what I’m doing in this undertaking. But when someone climbs a mountain they still wear good shoes and harnesses and use ropes because it doesn’t matter how good they are at climbing and how fit they are, they won’t easily withstand the fall from a steep elevation. Doing this doesn’t mean my eating disorder will necessarily be back (and in larger numbers), because I don’t believe disorders work that way (to borrow a bullshit turn of phrase from an equally bullshit approach to substance-related behavioral issues, my eating disorder is not “doing pushups in the parking lot,” getting stronger the further along I am in my experience of healing). But it’s not great to be subjected to this, or to be seen as just another stubborn fatty who doesn’t want to do “what’s good for her.” I’m a stubborn fatty, yes, but not for the reasons they think.

I doubt there are any surgeons just floating around tumblr right now reading the thoughts of folks who are otherwise just random shitposters but if you ARE a surgeon, can you please tell your surgeon friends that fat people are not stupid? That we deserve good care regardless? That you should all probably assess yourselves for attitudes pertaining to intelligence and morality when it comes to your chub-ass patients? THANKS.

[celesteafterdark]

Wish I had a cheesecake to fill me up right now.

[almost-sans]

THISSSSS

as a fat person it's always hurt when thin ppl position themselves to be the good guys & the rest unworthy of being called humans

kind of tired of every political cartoon using fatness to personify the 1%/the rich/capitalists/privileged ppl/etc. when fat ppl are consistently paid less and given less opportunities at work and when thinness is prioritized among the ultra rich.

[macewinded]

Do you ever sometimes just have the intense desire to have someone sitting on your lap pouring melted ice-cream down a funnel into your overtaxed gut