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.

Une journée complète avec moi… et beaucoup trop de nourriture.

Je ne me retenais définitivement pas.

Je consomme habituellement autant de calories chaque jour, donc si vous vous êtes déjà demandé ce qui me fait revenir pour une autre bouchée, asseyez-vous et profitez.

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.