#cw weight gain

[teal-fiend]

adopting a scrawny, erratic pred, Who doesn't know how to go about catching prey, but who needs to start soon because normal food isn't filling them up like it used to

feeding them prey. helping them push aside their moral qualms, and teaching them how to hunt

watching as their ribs fill in, and their figure become more pronounced and defined as they gain some muscle from being an active hunter. and they develop a plumper belly from all the prey they were able to catch.

they're more chilled out now that they aren't starving. what you might have thought was a naturally uptight and irritated personality, was really a chronically hungry pred. but now that they knew how to be sated, they were much more relaxed

[mas-o-kissed]

CW weight gain around 3 years apart….

PLEASE don’t reblog to w/eight g/ain f/etish blogs but also pls feel free to be horny about it

I’ve actually never seen a comparison like this until now and I REALLY don’t know how to feel 🥲 I’m still hot right????? Right????

[egg-on-the-run]

Favourite personal Shang Tsung headcanon I made up is that because he was literally living in a caravan and probably didn't have a lot of food, once "Damashi" started helping him move up in the world he got very excited at being to Eat whatever he wanted whenever he felt like it and quickly put on weight and has a bit of chub now

Like he just was like "yay! grapes!" And five minutes later like "yay! fresh bread!" Like easy peasy put on a few pounds like I love the thought of him having a bit of a stomach

[bharv]

One of the weirder things about weight gain is that sometimes it happens because of a change in your circumstances and then when you do something that you used to do, your body just feels so different doing it?

So much of my life is spent in survival mode now lol that I so rarely go dancing or to gigs anymore and I’m honestly so tuned out of my body a good half of the time. And I went out to see a band recently and man my body feels so different when I move that way! My primary exercise now has been walking (functional activity) and low impact strength while they work out this fainting thing, and to actually jump and move like that felt so strange with the weight of my stomach and the change in my arms especially! It’s so weird as a feeling as if it’s kind of just. Happened overnight.

Bodies are weird man.

[nashvillehotchicken]

good news: 10lbs away from my weight gain goal 🎉

bad news: i gotta buy pants for the first time since like... jr high

[tousey-mousy]

Quick reminder for anyone who needs it:

Your weight is not a component of your worth as an individual.

It has no impact on how moral you are. You do not need to be a certain weight in order to be a good person.

Your weight does not impact how others should treat you. It is not a determinant of social value.

[brokengem]

Anon Darling asked: Hi! I’m really touched to be called the LeoJackVil anon! And I wanted to say I love both versions so so much. ( Also sorry I was super busy! ). Like I can see Vil stress eat because of his work/responsibilities. And him feeling ashamed about it because he thinks it’s a sign of weakness ( when honestly he’s just human). But I love Vil just enjoying himself with his lovers’ cooking. Sure there’s a bit of conflict, but it’s more of an act of healing/ love. Vil slowly healing from his body image issues is <3

Right! Both these takes are just so valid and good. I like to think given Vil's work he can just fall into stress eating so quickly, especially considering ch5 events (granted I still haven't finished the Pomefiore chapter, think I'm on ch 31/32 atm but from what I've been spoiled on) Vil falling back to stress eating so that he's not making an attempt of someone's life again makes sense, you know?

When Neige claims another role that Vil was trying so hard to get, he just come homes and vents his frustrations through stuffing his face, cause he really can't be making an attempt on Neige's life again so his anger has to go somewhere. But as he grows(in all ways) it just helps him heal and accepts himself more over time. ESPECIALLY with his boys there trying to help him through everything. This scenario just has so much sweet hurt/comfort-ness that I love.

Then! Vil enjoying the boys cooking is that sweetness we all deserves. Less angsty by far, but still has the conflict Vil would be dealing with since his image has something he's worked on for years and years and how could he just let that go? But the boys cooking is just to good and you just know that they'd feed him. I like to think Leona starts that trend XD. He makes something that he knows it good and Vil won't shut up about all the reasons why he shouldn't eat it and so Leona shoves the fork into his mouth to shut up and make him taste it. Jack just watches in horror on the ready in case Vil tries to kill Leona, but Vil just melts at all the delicious flavors in his mouth. [Smile or comment on the answer here](https://retrospring.net/@heartsfate/a/110295702503916228)

cw weight gain

[stargirlbryce]

Since I've stopped taking birth control,I have gained so much weight ugh

Like I am still at a healthy weight but I used to be very skinny and now I keep gaining weight even though my diet hasn't changed,it is so frustrating.

Because of this, I am seriously considering to start taking birth control again.

[vanillabat99]

CW for venting and weight talk!!

I've been so irritable lately and I think it might be because none of my clothes fit me. They're painfully small. It's really annoying, since last year I had to buy new clothes due to sudden weight loss, but now I've gained so much that even the stuff I had before the weightloss doesn't even come close to fitting me. I definitely don't have the money to go out and buy a whole bunch of new clothes and I also just really don't like navigating shopping centres with my rollator.

I'm not even upset about the weight gain!!!! It's almost entirely about the fact that I don't fit into a single pair of underwear I own!! None of my pants fit me!! My shirts aren't so bad but it's still really hard to find a comfortable shirt when it feels like all my waistbands are sawing me in half :/

I'm so uncomfortable all of the time and I hate it so much :( It all gets way worse when I'm sitting or laying down, I find myself wanting to just rip everything apart with my bare hands. I feel so bad about needing new clothes since there's things I love that I've barely been able to wear, and that were not cheap (looking at you PowerPuff Girl sweatpants...).

I don't really know what to do. I mean, obviously I need new clothes that fit me, but I don't even know what brands have clothes that I like and that fit me. The last time I was out shopping, it was very rare to find something I liked that also had my size. It's even harder to find anything that fits at thrift stores.

I'm just so frustrated with all of this.

[plurralluv]

forgot to post this here oops

no hes not making fun of him its like pointing out progress on someones transition /silly

[mas-o-kissed]

A ditzy imptern runs into Big Boss Imp while on their way to deliver some stack of paperwork, (paperwork about what? Who knows.) and neither of them notice they're on a collision course until it's too late, and the imptern lands face first on his tummy.

"Woah, I didn't realize the baws was so squishy!" They say, sitting up, and starting to gently squeeze his little love handles. "So soft! You guys should feel this!" They continue, waving their coworkers over.

Suddenly, several impterns have surrounded you, sitting and kneeling on the floor to poke and squish and... even kiss your tummy! They babble in agreement, you're quite soft, and it's /very/ nice.

(Hope this wasn't strange or anything, first time sending smthn like this (；´∀`)

H-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? G-G-GET OFF ME!!

(He struggles as he’s poked and prodded, but realizes quickly that he’s outnumbered.)

I’m not… I… th-this is completely unprofessional… I’m not soft… I’m— j-just had a big breakfast today, that’s all. P-put my shirt back down you animals. Haaaa… hahaha… I can’t believe this…

(His face is bright red with embarrassment. He should be angry, but it feels really good to be teased like this…)

Sssstupid Impterns… y-you’re all… f-f-fired… haaa….

[mcondance]

taking hotch off the show right when he started gaining more weight fr is dastardly.

[mellow-strain]

Goodbye Circle skirt!

A shocking twist of fate for my formerly favourite skirt. Why and what I'm shifting to

Background

I am a second hand enthusiast. During my mid teens, I used to go to all the second hand/charity/thrift shops/stores in my area. I knew them all and even made a map guide for my area.

Naturally, as a sad teen looking for a cheap thrill I was a bit of an over consumerist. I would buy little dinky €2 rubbish from apps like Wish or AliExpress because it gave me something to look forward to. I was really struggling mentally.

But there's no post on Saturdays, so into the city I went!

I found many a circle skirt in these charity shops. At the time, I was about a 12-14UK so finding items in my size was quite manageable at the time and I was willing to squish myself like a sausage into any garment I really liked. Because of trend cycles and such, it was a great time to love a skater skirt or a circle skirt.

Here's an example of the type of skirt I would have gone feral for

My collection grew and so did I. So sadly I had to redonate many and others simply broke from wear and tear (especially because they weren't meant for my increasing size).

So that left me with a handful of my initial collection, which I wore quite well. But as time passed, though my bottomless consumerism started to decrease, I still bought a cute skirt if it was in my size.

As it so happened, many of the skirts were more of a fishtail, trumpet, mermaid, fit and flare style. Not a pencil but not a full circle skirt

A pattern of an example of the skirt I'm referring to

That leads us to today: 2024. As I regularly discuss, I've lost a lot of weight and I'm down to a size 10UK/6US.

I'm no longer 15, it's time for a full clear out of things that are too big, too small or just too unworn.

I clear out my skirts and dresses and I realise that the only ones that are left hanging in my wardrobe are the longer, fit and flare skirts.

I never thought I would see the day where I transitioned to an above-the-knee length skirt!

Victorian Fashion

As I've discussed previously on here, my style is gravitating to a more historical and well structured (or at least, more intentional) silhouette.

Though I would hate to hear myself admit it, Victorian's just didn't really wear skater skirts from 2014 H&M.

Of course there's one or two skirts that have survived the clear out, rest in peace to the fallen. I hope they find good homes </3

[zsuuv139]

rare original content time! and its gonna be me venting

cw: weight "management", weight loss and gain, gynecological issues, doctors, the rona

so either this story starts in my childhood: i've always been a fat girl and have recently discovered that it was basically eating for attention, positive or negative, since i also was a glass child.

or this story starts 3 years ago, with the pandemic. where i gained even more weight. but i also met this guy and he and another friend somewhat motivated me to lose a lot of weight (that i was really happy with and i felt better in my body, happier overall due to exercise). and then last february (2022) not only did i hook up with a guy, i also got myself a nice little BV out of it. and ofc the rona. after the rona cleared up, i went to a gyno who also did an ultrasound and found a cyst. i felt my life implode - i had only heard bad stuff about ovarian cysts.

they told me to not do intense workouts and put me on hormonal birth control. i could barely stand on my 2 legs. and i was depressed as hell. gained a lot of it back. got off the birth control because suddenly the cyst was not on my ovary anymore but somehow adjacent to it and hormones dont help anymore. still couldn't work out.

am also supposed to get an mri that either has a 6 month waitlist or a 100+ usd cost - my monthly pay is about 1k usd so i kinda cant afford it.

i recently took steps toward getting the mri - another gyno visit. now i also have a polycystic ovary (just one of the 2. hormone levels still ok - not pcos).

im also currently getting fired/ laid off and at the time of that appointment, i had just found out and was already exhausted because of multiple failed applications. i was certain that the layoff would happen and was looking and interviewing but got no offers.

when i tried to explain my health situation to my doctor, i ended up crying. she was patient, gave me some paper towels to wipe my face and explained how the procedures were gonna go. i liked the experience overall.

i also gained all the weight i had lost back.

docs want to investigate possible insulin resistance - i got my blood drawn and since then i have a bruise where i was stuck. this has not happened ever before, and i did used to get blood tests for a thyroid issue. im now wondering if this is bc im fat.

went to an endocrinologist - thyroid levels not optimal, and potential insulin resistance that i was hoping they could advise me on.

she calls my name. "how's it going with the weight loss?" i remark that not well.

"do you have endometriosis?"

"im not sure. afaik it needs surgery to be diagnosed and i havent had any surgery in that area. but my periods do hurt like hell and get kinda plentiful, so it wouldnt be a shock."

first few questions go normal, i know my meds, doses, diagnoses. she starts talking about weight loss. i just take it in an "ok im not coming back to her" way. then she starts asking about the cyst. i tell her what i know. she asks "but what does the mri say?" "dunno, they have a 6 month waitlist" "and youre not willing to pay for an emergency?"

now, in her pov, this random fat woman starts crying.

in my pov, all my job hunt stress and worries bubble up - im crying as im typing this ffs, and i do have a job offer currently! i recall how, if i qwere to go on unemployment, i would be eligible for 120 usd a month - i couldn't even pay rent with that! i recall how our transfer within the company was treated - we were told there would be opportunities and we will have to apply, then we applied, got little feedback, and as the other project's start date approached, they started pressuring us (most specifically, me) to do our tests asap and i was literally given 20 minutes on the end of a workweek to decide if i wanted to start on the other project on monday. did not go well.

so i just ended up crying - and angry at myself, since earlier i would just be angry if anything happens, and i was used to working with anger, but i dont know how to deal with crying.

she may have acknowledged that i was crying, saying she knows this situation is not easy but i should do everything to get out of it (no shit).

then, sobbing, i explained that the gyno did not say the mri would be urgent, and she did acknowledge the long waitlist.

doctor goes back to weight loss / eating habits. do i eat dairy? dairy is like fertilizer for the cysts, she says. "i don't drink cows milk. i do like yogurts and cheeses tho." "no, you cannot eat cheese".

what the actual fuck is happening?

she asks me to lay down for an ultrasound of my thyroid (to make sure its all good). i explain that its left side was taken out and on the right, there seems to be just a tiny little lump, and im kinda curious if it grew. should i take off my shirt? nah, just pull the neckline apart.

i would have rather taken it off but k.

she acknowledges that the left lobe is indeed not there, and goes to town with the ultrasound ot see whats up on the remaining right half. kinda hurts but whatever. lets just get this over with.

"how much do ypu weigh?"

"honestly, too much rn"

"100 kg?"

"uhm... [i am above that so i say 5 kg less]"

...

"why did they leave the right lobe?"

fuck knows, lady, it was 10 years ago and im not a doctor. i was an entire child, do you think anyone cared to explain the medical decisions? do you think i understood?

"the theory was that they were hoping it would work at least on its own or that it would make up for the left part"

"well that isnt happening"

"i have noticed. but idk if taking it out now would do any good."

"nah"

tells me i can wipe off the gel and calls me back to her desk while she writes up her report.

tells me that i need a nutritionist for the insulin resistance and refers me to a colleague. then gets back on weight loss.

"the small blob on your thyroid would go away if you managed to lose the weight"

"also don't eat bread. don't have more than 2 slices a day" "i already don't eat bread" "then stop eating pasta."

gurl idk how to tell you but pasta and cheese are the only joy left in my life.

"but you have to go to a specialist. no one can do this alone"

idk how to tell you but im not _paying_ for someone to yell at me to lose weight... i know a lot about diets, nutrition, how a meal should look like, calories, intermittent fasting (btw, have you ever had an endocrinologist recommend intermittent fasting? i heard it was bad for your hormones lol), and i don't want to give like 70 usd for a "specialist" to potentially tell me nothing new. is this arrogant? yes. but again im not rich.

is it cheaper than whatever i would need to do if my body continues to deteriorate? idk. i would have to put it on my goddamn credit card tho.

and then i look on the paper she gave me.

she wrote "emotionally-pshychologically unstable" as a symptom. fuck off the entire way.

i left her office. i cried. i cried some more. i complained to my friends. almost lost it when i couldn't attach a lid on an iced coffee and it spilled on me. i didn't tell my parents because i do not trust them with questions regarding my mental health.

and i read her note about our meet again.

she wrote

"antecedent: right lobectomy.

currently right lobe micronodule"

so that's how doctors listen to fat people.

[paintedcrows]

Totally Normal Trigonometry Things

[overstuffd]

It's about always encouraging you to have that extra treat.

Stopping at every bakery that catches your eye to get you a little something sweet.

Bringing you a comforting coffee in the morning, and maybe another as a pick me up in the afternoon.

Fixing you a hefty plate of cheese, crackers and grapes when you finish work to keep your strength up.

Pouring that second glass of wine at dinner, and topping it up for you.

Cutting you an extra- large slice of cake afterwards, then encouraging you to finish mine.

Making sure you're always taken care of, you're always spoiled and you're always full.