I fly in to visit my step-sister after a few years, only for her to start making comments about how “big” I’ve gotten. While eating tacos, I completely deny it. Me? Gain weight? Please. I’m basically a size 3.

I think my physique is perfect, I’m healthy and thin, and honestly she’s probably just jealous. The more she points out my belly, the more I insist she’s wrong between bites, of course.

Ein ganzer Tag mit mir… und viel zu viel Essen.

Ich habe mich definitiv nicht zurückgehalten.

Ich genieße normalerweise so viele Kalorien täglich, also wenn du dich je gefragt hast, was mich dazu bringt, für einen weiteren Bissen zurückzukommen, lehn dich zurück und genieße.

My friend always seemed a little too interested in watching me get bigger and softer... especially when he was the one constantly encouraging it. I knew those looks weren't innocent. I guess eventually staring wasn’t enough, because he showed up in the middle of the night ready to finally give his favorite fat girl all that attention he’d been holding back. And judging by the mess he left me in... he’d been waiting a long time.