why am i not fat yet

Why do I hate myself? Where do I begin?

I’m fat.
I’m ugly.
My thighs touch.
My stomach bulges.
I’m covered in scars.
Don’t forget the stretch marks.
My hair is gross.
I always have acne.
My nose is too big.
My arms are flappy.
My collarbone is invisible.
Hipbones? Ya right.

At least some of this could be forgotten, if my personality was ok?
But it’s not.

I’m attention seeking.
Yet I hate attention.
I can be a bitch.
And I have mega PMS.
I pretend to be smart.
Oh, and I lie.
I think I’m hilarious.
But I am soo not.
I demand attention.
Then push everyone away.
My mood changes at the flip of a coin.
I attack those who love me.
At least, who say they do.
I’m truly unlovable.
I pretend to be strong.
I pretend to be an inspiration.
I pretend to have my shit together.
But all I am doing,
Is pretending.

Why do I hate myself?
Honestly?

Why wouldn’t I?

—  (via story-of-a-sad-teen)

anonymous asked:

#10 Hoseok! No particular au but something angsty beyond belief! 💕❤️

thank you for requesting i hope you like it! i made this the final part of the fuckboy!hoseok drabble miniseries, i hope you don’t mind! 

10. “Tell me it’s not true.” 

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part one | part two

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FFXV PROMPTO STORY SPOILERS

HEY IDK HOW TO DO THE UNDER THE CUT THING ON HERE SO UM I WARNED YOU?? FUCK MAN LET’S TALK SOME THEORIES! SCROLL QUICK DON’T LOOK IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED THE GAME!! 


So. Prompto. Nifilheim. Let’s talk about some shit. 

Nifilheim breeds humans like livestock to use in their experiments. These humans are branded and numbered at birth. Probably categorized too maybe Idk. So Prompto has this bar code tattooed on his wrist. A key code that can open doors in Nifilheim bases. I always wondered why he always wore that ugly wristband… And now the bracelets but those are cute so I didn’t really question those. He probably has some markings on his arm too. An ID number maybe? That would explain the bandana. We all know it was hiding something. Prompto was born to be turned into a daemon. He somehow escaped the base as a baby or a toddler. He was with Noct in elementary school at age 8, so he must have been too little to remember. I hope his DLC tells us wtf happened and how tf he got into Lucis, Insomnia too of all places damn. So that explains why he had a sad and lonely childhood living alone, no family, no friends, living off of fast food because he can’t cook and it’s cheap so he got fat (I relate rip), and not having a chance to develop or learn any social skills. Thus him being far too nervous to approach Noct when they were kids. Back to the main theory I want to discuss. I am honestly surprised no one has made this connection yet… But I see how it could be very easily overlooked. There is a boss fight in a certain familiar cave we all know. Fociaugh Hollow. We need to go find Ramuh’s totem or whatever, that’s cool. We’ve been in there before in a certain wonderful demo. However, something is very wrong here this time, and it is way more significant than we think. The Naga. She’s a daemon created by Nifilheim, as are all of the daemons. She was once a human… Being breeded… Before being horribly experimented on and transformed into a giant snake daemon. Why does that matter, hmm? Because she says something very, very interesting. She says “My baby…” and grabs, who else? Prompto. She rips Prompto off of the cliff, claiming he is her baby. Is that really what she meant? Possibly. Was she just angry at the intruders? Probably. However, she continues with the weirdly specific dialogue with the boys. She asks Noctis, “My baby… Where?” Now, this might not seem significant, but it’s the answer options that make it so. Noct can answer with “I don’t know”, or “I know where.” Maybe he just wants to bluff to get out of it. Maybe. However if you say you do know where, she immediately claims that you stole him from her. Why would you steal a baby Naga? Why wouldn’t she think “oh you know where he is? Can you bring him here/take me to him?” Maybe because she’s a mindless killing machine? No. She knows where her son is. She wants him back. She misses her baby. She is not just a mindless, heartless killing machine at all. The human who lost her baby is still in there, crying out for her son. Of course, these boys have no idea that’s even the case or that turning humans into daemons is even possible at this point. At this point in the game, they still have no idea where these daemons are coming from, and they still think the MTs are just machines, not daemons inside electronic exoskeletons. Prompto has no clue either. He doesn’t know his mother could be a daemon now. He’s just panicking and freaking out that a giant slimey snake monster just ripped him off of a cliff in a dark scary cave. But that daemon could very possibly be, and probably is, what has become of Prompto’s mother. And the saddest part is, she knows. She knows full well. She recognized him. She knew that was her baby. She knew (assumed) Noct took him from her. When really neither Noct or Prompto have any idea at all who she really is or what happened to her or baby Prompto. She was sad. She wanted her son back. And what’s even more sad? Her son was the one who ended up killing her. 

P90X3- Keep going

I’m in week 1 of Phase 3. And here’s the truth.

You WILL lose more weight in Phase 1.

Phase 2 is muscle building to PREPARE you for the fat shredding in Phase 3. You will lose almost NO weight. But you WILL lose inches.

Phase 3 is where the fat will almost melt off. 

You MUST be eating clean.

The scale is NOT everything and it does NOT define who you are. Keep in mind throughout the day you fluctuate abut 5 lbs up and down.

You MUST take before and after pictures. Seeing yourself everyday in the mirror blinds you to what’s actually happening.

You MUST measure yourself. See above.

You MUST drink a shit ton of water. EVERY DAY. You’d be surprised how much water retention can weight you down.

P90X3 is NOT just a program. It’s a transition into a lifestyle change.

And if you DON’T understand that, then you will NEVER keep the weight off and get to where you want to be.

My stats so far:

Sex: Female

Age: 22

Height: 5'2"

Frame size: Medium 

Start weight: 210

P90X3 start weight: 160

Current weight: 147

Ultimate goal weight: 120-125ish? (idk, we’ll see what happens….?)

Lost 9 lbs in Phase 1 (and about 2 inches). Lost NO WEIGHT IN PHASE 2, but lost 10 inches all over. Nearing the end of week 1 of Phase 3 and have lost 4 lbs already (no joke).

I’ve never been this lean in my life. I’ve never had this much muscle in my life. I’ve never been this happy in my life. I’ve been “that girl”. The fat girl all my life. I don’t even UNDERSTAND what it means to be “skinny” or “fit”. I still don’t. I cried tears of joy in the fitting room the first time I fit into a size medium shirt. Whispering, “I’m doing it. I’m doing it,” to myself in the mirror.

And yet the woman looking back at me in the mirror is so foreign to my own eyes. So different from what I’ve been. My arms are all muscle with no fat. The fat I always thought would be there. My stomach is my problem area, yet when I lie down, it’s flat. I run my hands over it sometimes in wonder because it’s wonderful and beautiful and my life has been changed forever by this journey.

The journey of loving yourself.

And this is why I am sharing with you all.

Don’t you give up. It’s not worth it.

Can you hear me?

Are you listening?

DON’T.

GIVE.

UP.

It’s okay to feel defeated. It’s okay to cry or get frustrated or to give yourself that cheat once in a while. But food is not the enemy. 

Humans are emotional, but you must learn to discipline your emotions or they will use you. Behind your feelings is nothing, but behind every principle is a promise. Get back up.

DON’T YOU DARE STOP WHEN YOU’RE TIRED.

STOP WHEN YOU’RE DONE.

The Scars You Hold - A Young!Remus Lupin Smut/Fluff

Request: Hi, could you please do a young!Remus Lupin imagine where he is in a relationship with Y/N and they are about to go to the newt step but he is a bit anxious because of the scars he has on his body (because of greyback) and y/n is very protective and shows him that she loves him and she touches his scars and everything.

You and Remus had been dating for over a year; a year six months and three days to be exact, not that you were counting. But the thing is, you still hadn’t had sex. It was odd, you knew that Remus wanted to, and you most certainly wanted to, but every time you ‘made the move’, for lack of better phrase. he froze up. You started to feel a bit insecure about it now, were you not appealing to him in that way? These are the thoughts that went through your head as you kissed Remus on his bed and you then found yourself pulling away from your lip-lock to look at him, he had a sort of dazed expression; his lips were swollen and pink; his face flushed and his chest was heaving; eyes almost fully black. “Remus…” You trailed off tentatively and he looked at you confusedly “Why haven’t we slept together yet?”

Remus gulped and cleared his throat slightly “We slept together las-”

“You know what I mean Remus” You snapped and he flinched “Is it me? Am I not good enough for you? Am I too fat, too thin? What is it Remus?”

He was shaking his head sharply and took your cheeks in his hands “It’s not you, love, I-I… I’m scarred Y/n, I’m disgusting they’re everywhere. Greyback - he-he… when he attacked me he left a lot of scars, as did I during my full moons. I would scratch and bite myself and I have mauled my body and it’s- it’s hideous Y/n”

He wasn’t looking at you but staring determinedly at his red and gold blanket.

You clenched your jaw as your hands went out to the bottom of his patched and frayed jumper “Take it off Remus” You demanded softly

Remus looked frightened but he didn’t disobey, instead he raised his hand and you slowly peeled the jumper off and stared at his naked chest. He was right on some level, he was scared and they were deep and red but they weren’t hideous. To you they just showed how strong he is. You slowly crawled onto his lap and he gasped as he laid down on the bed, you dipped your head down and pressed feather light kisses over the marks and he stopped breathing for a moment as your lips trailed from the scar on his lover abdomen to the one on his chest before you made you way up to his soft, plump lips. He responded back immediately and you smiled into the kiss as he pulled your own jumper over your head. He pulled back for a moment to look at you questionably and you nodded and then your bra was joining the jumpers on the floor. You slowly undressed each other, pulling off every piece of clothing before you looked at each other. The moment you had waited for for so long was finally here.

Remus flipped the both of you over and kissed you repeatedly on the lips “You are so damn beautiful” He said

You smiled softly as you traced the lines of his scars with your fingertips and this time he did not flinch at the contact “I love you”

And then he softly pushed himself inside of you and it was painful, beyond any pain you had ever experienced and he was kissing your lips and face softly as small tears trailed slowly down your cheeks. “I know it hurts, love, but it will go soon I promise”

“I know; I just need a moment” You said and after a few moments of Remus repeatedly whispering sweet nothings of comfort in your ear you were finally read to move, you bucked your hips forwards and backwards and Remus began to move to. The pain was still there but it was receding to pleasure and you could not help the small moans and callings of Remus’ name that spilled from your mouth as you both found your rhythm. 

You placed kisses all over Remus’ arms and chest as you felt your high come, it was an unworldly feeling and you felt completely blissful as you felt heat flush your body and you involuntarily gave a loud moan. Remus continued to move in and out of you riding out your orgasm until his came and when it did he pulled you to him and kissed you deeply before you were both collapsing onto his pillows sweaty and exhausted yet completely and utterly in love.

“I love you Remus; I am completely and utterly head over heels for you and the scars that you hold”

anonymous asked:

I have some friends who've been trying to excuse fat phobia by saying "yeah but you're at more risk for diseases when you're fat" and things like that, do you have some articles/stats I could use to counter them?

As it happens anon, I’ve been working on a post (for another blog of mine) where I point out common flaws and logical fallacies with anti-fat acceptance rhetoric. For example, there’s a whole section on why “But what about your health” is bullshit. I think it may be exactly what you need

So I’m just going to copy and paste the rough draft from my response to the “health concern” trolling. I warn you, it is a rough draft. So it’s not necessarily well written or understandable. But I think it will help you out.

Keep in mind, I’m copying from mobile, so this may look really strange and the formatting may not be correct until I can edit it on a computer to make it readable.


“Being overweight, obese, and fat comes with a wealth of health risks that are very well documented and studied…to suggest otherwise means you are spitting in the face of scientific research.”

Actually, Healthy at any Size is not only factually correct, but also necessary.

There’s a few things you need to understand about obesity.

Obesity is largely genetic, rather than caused by willpower

Health is actually a complex concept that is dependent on many factors. Similarly, obesity can be related to and depends on many factors completely out of an individual’s control, including genetics, poverty and food insecurity, and a history of trauma. 

But weight isn’t the best measure of health, regardless of what causes it.

Weight is a really inaccurate, non-evidence based proxy for the concept of health. BMI is bullshit, and overweight and obese people actually have lower mortality rates than people in the “normal” category.  Evidence shows that being fat can be good for your health.

In fact, it is well documented that many healthy fat people do in fact exist.  Being fat is not per se unhealthy.

A common misconception is that being a fat person will make you have heart disease. But this is actually untrue.  Heart disease has links to several risk factors other than obesity, which means that people who are not fat can still have a risk for getting heart disease. Additionally, being fat in and of itself does not reliably predict heart disease. Correlation does not equal causation, so just because someone is at risk does not mean they will, in fact, get the disease or that being fat caused getting the disease.

 In fact, some evidence suggests fat people are better able to survive cardiac events than thin people.  

Even with conditions such as type 2 diabetes mellitus, it is incorrect to say that being fat directly causes illness of any type.

It’s also worth mentioning that invisible disabilities and illnesses exist, which prevents you from knowing whether ANY given person, whether they are thin or fat, is “healthy.”  You have no idea what someone’s health-status is simply by looking at them.

Yes, there are correlations between being fat and having certain health problems. But there are other health risks that don’t lead to discrimination in the way being fat does. Being single poses a legitimate health concern. Getting a tattoo exposes you to legitimate health concerns. Having red hair, living in Nevada, being a farmer, owning a cat… All of these things have the potential to seriously and negatively impact your health. Yet no one shames and bullies people for these things in the way they do fat people. So my question is, then: why bully fat people for their health?

I am not the first to say this, but it does not matter if someone is fat and healthy or fat and unhealthy. Health status is really irrelevant to the conversation. As one blogger said, “Linking someone’s health to their moral goodness or worth is inherently ableist. If someone is fat and unhealthy they are still a human being worthy of love and respect. If someone is fat and disabled they are still a human being worthy of love and respect. If someone is fat and eats nothing but “junk food” and never exercises THEY ARE STILL A HUMAN BEING WORTHY OF LOVE AND RESPECT. ”

So it literally does not matter whether fat people are healthy or not. They still deserve fat acceptance and basic human rights. 


Some more things on the issue of health:

Want to Help People Be Healthier? 4 Reasons to Change the Food Industry Instead of Fat-Shaming

11 Reasons Your ‘Concern’ for Fat People’s Health Isn’t Helping Anyone

5 Reasons Not to Bring Up ‘Health Concerns’ in Fat Acceptance Discussions

Why Your Fat Friend Doesn’t Need Your Health Concern – And What to Do Instead

Why You’ve Got to Stop the ‘Tough Love’ for Your Fat Friend’s Health

Fitness and Health Are Not the Same (No Matter What Fatphobia Attempts to Claim)

6 Must-Read Expert Perspectives That Destroy the War on Obesity

Just The Fat Facts, Ma’am

BMI Is Bullsh*t – Here’s Why It’s Time for Doctors to Ditch It

How to Support People’s Health Issues Without Fat-Shaming

How To Talk To Friends And Loved Ones About Health And Weight

Dances with Fat- an FAQ 

Shakesville and Fat Health 101

This blog post by Kate Harding called, “But don’t you realize fat is unhealthy?” 

The Fat Nutritionist- “A little 101- I get to exist


-Mod V

anonymous asked:

I kinda wanna kidnap and tie you up in my back yard and sell your body for like $5 a fuck till your broken, then you'll be my slutty dog bitch I fuck whenever I have no one else to. I'll abuse you and your fat utters.

Sooooo why haven’t you done it yet? Don’t tease me with such amazing ideas and then not act upon them! Treat me like the slut I am~ ♡♡

I wish people would stop with the “You’re not fat” garbage. I’ve been in my body enough to understand what the fuck I am. I’ve lost maybe 22lbs the past 10 months but guess what?? I still have a shit ton of fat on my body.

If I’ve been finding it easy to accept then there is no reason why you shouldn’t either. Accept the fact that there are articles of clothing I’m not comfortable wearing yet. Accept the fact that my photos are meant to flatter myself and that I’m a lot heavier irl. Accept the fact that I’M NOT AT MY GOAL YET. What’s so fucking difficult to understand? I’m a big girl. Not AS big as I was but still big. 

Don’t say, “Stop, you’re not fat” Because you’re defining the word fat as a negative thing when I’m just simply describing what I actually am. Just accept me for what I am. Otherwise you’re just a shallow person. -__-

Someone posted recently about the crap people get for being fat AND disabled, especially fat chair users.

And I want to point out, as always, an observation I’ve noticed, like… I’ve discussed this with other chair users, when I was a chair user, and we’d all noticed it.

Which was that chair users tend more than you’d expect, towards both extremes of the human weight range. Like either fat or skinny. Especially powerchair users.

After talking with each other, we figured it was probably because of a couple of things:

1. Medical conditions that cause you to need a chair, can also cause you to be fat, or skinny.

2. Being immobilized a lot of the time (true of some manual chair users and most powerchair users) can cause you to gain weight. And if you don’t gain weight from being immobilized, it may be because you have a condition that’s going to limit your weight gain anyway, making you unusually thin.

In other words, if you ACTUALLY see a lot of fat people out there in chairs, it’s not because they’re using the chairs because they’re fat and/or lazy (which most people see as equivalent), it’s most likely because whatever caused them to need the chairs also caused them to gain weight, or the immobility involved in being a full-time powerchair user caused them to gain weight.

And also?

If someone’s genuinely fat enough to need a wheelchair, then that is a disability. Because the definition of needing a wheelchair, is being unable to sufficiently get around without one. It’s not limited to certain conditions but not others. So when being fat is the main condition causing the situation, it still fucking counts as a legitimate disability.

(And don’t tell me that it’s different because “they brought it on themselves”. Even if that were true – and it usually isn’t – then you might as well tell people with emphysema due to smoking to stop using oxygen or wheelchairs if they can’t walk far. And you might as well tell all those young male paraplegics who seem to be everyone’s go-to example of a legitimate wheelchair user, that those of them – a lot of them – who got that way due to youthful daredevil bullshit, should give up their chairs. Just… No. And don’t even pretend you treat all these situations equally, because you clearly don’t.)

But also, something I’ve noticed? People who have never been fat, have an incredibly screwed-up notion of how fat you have to be before you have enough trouble walking places that you would even be tempted to try a wheelchair.

First off, manual wheelchairs are incredibly difficult to push, whether you use your arms, your legs, or both. And walking is almost always easier unless you have a condition that seriously limits your ability to walk without encountering problems. Powerchairs are not physically difficult but they are cognitively demanding on the order of driving a car over ice, especially if you have crappy sidewalks to deal with, which nearly everyone does. I actually found using a powerchair too exhausting sometimes, when I used one – and I had a deluxe model that would tilt me back into an almost lying-down position so that my body didn’t even have to strain to pump blood. (I had undiagnosed and untreated adrenal insufficiency and myasthenia gravis combining to wreak havoc with my body’s ability to move or be upright at all.)

Like… The moment that I could walk again, I did walk again, because it was just plain easier than using a wheelchair. I never hesitated. It wasn’t because of stigma. It was because it’s just so much easier to walk if you’re at all able to walk. Using a wheelchair is in no way the lazy option – even though it kind of should be, if they were designing them better. (Because it should take as little effort as possible. But it ’s very hard to design something artificially that’s as effortless to do as walking is for the average nondisabled person. Especially when they’re not trying hard enough to design that way anyway – most assistive tech is designed more for the benefit of professionals than of disabled people.)

Anyway, so…

…even a relative of mine, someone who had never been fat, suggested at one point that maybe my weight was a factor in what was keeping me bedridden and in a powerchair. This was before the severe adrenal insufficiency and myasthenia gravis were diagnosed, obviously. But they actually thought this.

Understand: I was about 220 pounds when they said this to me.

220 pounds is nowhere near the weight range where being fat affects your ability to do ordinary things like walk around the house without collapsing into a limp puddle and being literally unable to push yourself up again, and then going hot and cold and throwing up and geting all kinds of weird medical symptoms, and potentially risking your life.

Like, it’s nowhere near the range where you’d even get winded doing ordinary things, let alone the life-threatening symptoms I was experiencing.

Yet being fat was the first thing this person thought of when they thought of my having severe exercise intolerance. (Which, yes, is an actual medical symptom, not a synonym for being out of shape or lazy.)

I have a friend who is much fatter than I’ve ever been, and also disabled. But before they were severely physically disabled (they have always been physically disabled to some extent, but only now is it severe) they were a hard-core cyclist with incredible stamina. Not someone who needed a wheelchair to get around because they were fat. And this was in the 300-400 pound range. Which is getting to where some people might have physical problems because of their weight, but it’s by no means universal even at that weight.

I’ve never even approached that – the most I’ve weighed in my entire life was 245 pounds, and most of the time I’ve been in a chair I’ve been in the 170-220 pound range, with my weight fluctuating wildly at times because of medical issues. And yet I’ve had people assume that my being fat was why iw as in a wheelchair.

And I think that people who have never been fat, greatly overestimate the amount that someone’s weight has an effect on their stamina overall. Like, it can have an effect on your stamina, but not to the degree these people are assuming. I’ve never had my weight significantly affect my stamina. Never. I’ve had disabilities severely affect my stamina, but the moment those disabilities are mitigated in some way, the stamina problems go away and my weight has never been a barrier to my ability to walk around.

(Also I think thin people don’t estimate people’s weight very accurately to begin with. People online who have seen me in photos routinely describe me as at least 100 pounds heavier than I am. Like when I was 190 pounds, people said I was 300 pounds, and when I was 245, people said I was 400 pounds. This is like, not a little overestimation, but a huge overestimation. And I always wondered why that was, because it seemed pretty consistent. Like the majority of the time people were giving me massive amounts of crap for weighing “300 pounds”, I hadn’t even reached 200 yet. At this point BTW I’m about 195, despite a tube-fed diet of less than 1500 calories most days. Go figure.)

As I said though – if someone’s fat enough that being fat is the main reason they use a wheelchair, that’s absolutely a legit reason to use a wheelchair, and a legit disability.

Also, honestly? There shouldn’t be illegitimate reasons to use a wheelchair. Because there’s nothing about a wheelchair that truly differentiates it from a bicycle. Nobody measures your ability to walk a particular distance before they’ll let you use a bicycle to go an even further distance faster. But they do it all the time with wheelchairs.

There was ANOTHER post recently, all about that – about why it’s damn near impossible to apply the concept of “appropriation” to assistive technology, and why people shouldn’t even try, because all they end up doing is unmasking their own ableism in the process.

It’d be really cool to see the post about fatphobia in the disability community combined with the “why you can’t actually appropriate a wheelchair” post, because the two realy go together. (I really hate the way the word “appropriation” has come to be used in ways it was never intended. It’s supposed to be about stealing elements of someone’s culture that are not supposed to be used by people outside of that culture. It really doesn’t apply to assistive technology unless you have some very fucked-up ideas about disability and assistive technology. Which lots of people unfortunately do, including lots of disabled people who get weirdly possessive about technology that in no way is or should be exclusive to our use. A lot of advances in technology in general for all people have been propelled by advances in assistive technology – this was even highlighted at an MIT conference I went to that invited companies from all over the place to base innovations for all people on innovations developed for disabled people. Don’t get me started on the fatphobia THERE, though – I remember being the only fat person sitting in on a conversation where people were discussing ways to build uncomfortable chairs so call center workers would be “forced to stand up and take breaks so they’d lose weight”, which managed to be ableist, classist, and fatphobic all at the same time, as well as showing that none of them had ever worked in a call center, because you’d get fired if you actually took those breaks.)

One thing I’d say though is that the idea that everyone everywhere regardless of disability has judged fat wheelchair users… That was in that original post. I’d say that idea is almost true but not entirely true. Because I can’t recall ever in my life, even for a second, looking at a fat person in a wheelchair and thinking “That person is just lazy because they’re fat and shouldn’t be in a wheelchair.” And I’m not saying that to sound better than people – nobody can entirely help the thoughts that flit through their head for a second, and we all have internalized prejudice of one kind or another. But I’ve just never had that particular manifestation of that particular prejudice. And I’m pretty sure I’m not alone there.

OTOH I have a crapload of internalized fatphobia that I point at myself, not about wheelchair use but about other things, and I have never figured out how to get rid of it.

TL;DR: Don’t judge fat wheelchair users. They’re likely either fat because of the same things that put them in the chair, or fat because they’re immobilized so much. But even if they’re in the chair for being fat, that’s a legit disability. And people should be able to use a chair for any reason they want. Including that they just like wheelchairs. There’s nothing inherent to a wheelchair that says that only certain kinds of people should use it. Also chairs are much harder to use that you’d think, so most people who use them actually need them, because it’s way easier just to walk even if you don’t walk very well. It takes a pretty severe disability to make using a chair the more attractive option, and some people resist using one even then.

Chubbies: Part 6 (Community Story)

Written by Gainer Stories

Gabe recommended another fattening meal to Eryk and threw in a free milk shake. Eryk seemed quite bashful during their encounter, so Gabe mustered the courage to ask him out again. Eryk cracked a massive smile and they agreed to work out the details over text. 

At the end of the day Michael invited Gabe out for Korean BBQ. Michael had and Gabe first had breakfast together a few weeks ago and the two had a great time. Michael had put Gabe on the spot about his noticeable weight gain, and ended up coming out as a gainer himself. Since then, the two had grown close and got food together frequently. Gabe enjoyed having someone to talk to about gainer stuff and liked Michael a lot as a person. He could tell that Michael had a crush on him, and while Gabe found him attractive, he was more interested in pursuing a relationship with Eryk.

They had an expansive meal at the Korean BBQ place that included two plates of appetizers, three entrees, and a pitcher of beer. By the end of it they were both bloated, tipsy, and becoming flirtatious. Michael leaned back in his chair to stretch, leaving his beach ball of a gut on full display for Gabe. Gabe was surprised to notice bright red stretch marks hidden under Michael’s thick layer of body hair and felt a twinge in his cock. Michael grinned as he finished stretching and leaned in close to ask Gabe out to a bar.

The two ended up at a divey bear bar that was pretty empty for a Friday night. Michael bought Gabe a whiskey drink that tasted like straight liquor. He winced at the first sip, but kept on drinking. 

“So, am I the only one transfixed by the pot belly Jimbo’s been growing?” Michael asked.

Gabe chuckled, “I know! He’s piling it on faster than my fat ass!“ 

“Slow down there honey, you’re hardly a fat ass. Yet…” Michael laughed and winked at Gabe. 

“Whatever,” Gabe continued. “He actually asked me to touch his new tattoo that ran around those juicy love handles. Can you believe that? Oh! And he said that his girlfriend broke up with him because he’s too fat or something. Isn’t that wild? Like why would he be telling me all this?”

“He’s a closet gainer, I swear.” Michael replied. “Maybe he just doesn’t realize it yet, but that boy is a bisexual fatty in the making.”

“You think he’s queer?”

“I think he wouldn’t say ‘no’ if the timing was right.”

“I could see it!” Gabe laughed. “Fuck, not gonna lie, but I’ve definitely masturbated to that man before!”

“I have an idea,” Michael grinned mischievously. “Why don’t we make a bet to see which of us can seduce that pudgy ass hipster first?”

“You’re bad…" 

"It could be fun. Loser has to… hmm… do GOMAD for two weeks.” Michael postulated.

Gabe took a big gulp of his drink and replied, “I’m in.”

The two continued to discuss Jimbo’s softening form, building a story of how he got this way. They decided he seemed like a stoner who loved cheap snacks, pizza and beer. He was definitely a skinny boy in high school who’s metabolism was beginning to fade. As the two were traded fantasies about Jimbo they were becoming increasingly aroused. Michael had been noticeably flirting all night, and after a few drinks Gabe was giving in to Michael’s tactics.

After sharing that Jimbo had a soft and doughy gut as compared to Michael’s firm and round form, Michael asked Gabe what his belly felt like. Gabe lifted up his shirt and invited Michael to cop a feel. Michael stood up to reveal a fat boner straining against his pants. He placed a hand on Gabe’s stomach and gave it a soft jiggle. 

“Supple but not too soft,” he said.

“My ass is even fatter,” Gabe replied and stepped closer to Michael. “Wanna feel?”

Michael slipped his hand down the back of Gabe’s pants and squeezed the fat hunk of flesh that was his right butt cheek. Gripping Gabe’s ass, Michael pulled his waist closer so their boners mashed up against one another as they began to make out. They drunkenly groped each other’s chubby bodies for a few minutes before Michael invited Gabe back to his place. They decided to do one more shot of whiskey and left. 

The two were sloppily making out as they stumbled into the apartment. Michael threw Gabe onto the couch and began to strip off his tight clothes. Michael was surprised to see just how beefy Gabe really was, especially his thighs and ass. 

“You’re really becoming quite the fat boy, huh?” Michael purred.

Gabe nodded and placed Michael’s hand on his squishy love handle. Before long they were both naked and exploring each other’s curves and folds. Michael seemed particularly aroused by Gabe’s thighs as he continuously jiggled, bit, and slapped them. Gabe was overwhelmed with Michael’s musky masculine scent, jamming his nose and mouth into any spot that smelled: his neck rolls, arm pits, under belly, and fat pad. Eventually Gabe mounted Michael’s engorged member and began riding him as Michael sat upright. 

Gabe’s sweaty fat rolls jiggled as he bounced up and down, leaving Michael transfixed by the undulating flesh. Michael was constantly slapping and grabbing Gabe’s thighs and ass in between groaning “ride it chubs.” After nearly forty minutes of soft, sweaty, drunken sex, and fucking in a variety of positions, Gabe couldn’t help but shoot a massive load across the room with Michael following shortly after.

The two layed stuck to one another for several minutes. Michael broke the silence and said: “Mmm, let’s order some pizzas." 


Every other chapter of this community story is written by a different author from the gaining community. If you’d like to participate, please read the introductory post here. Happy fapping! 


I received an awesome entry for Part 7, so submissions are now closed! It will be posted next week. Keep an eye out!

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These legs! Someone please explain how i can be my lowest weight yet my stomach and hips feel bigger than ever? They are wobbley, bloated and all round unpleasant.

Yet im still maintaining at my lowest weight and have been for a good couple of months. Why does it feel so fatty when i havent gained any fat?!

Anyway. 30mins high resistance on the crosstrainer and 5 miles in 10mins on the exercise bike. I am really proud of how far my stamina has came and i am canny fit ^^

I wish i had a progress pic for my legs.

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Posted this on Facebook after seeing yet another former coworker engaging in fatphobic nonsense.

“I am so sick and tired of seeing so many people’s hang ups and internalized fat phobia. You really and honestly think a PIXAR character that portrays a CHILD is wondering Why they don’t look good in a bikini? Do you ever stop and think what you’re doing and saying isn’t harmful and exclusionary?

Here’s my big, FAT pale ass in a bikini. If you don’t like it, delete me. I don’t need your toxicity in my life.”

anonymous asked:

once you get this you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. then, you have to send this to ten of your favorite followers. (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)!!

I like my warm blanket of fats that keep me warm for the winter (lmao we don’t have winter here)

I’m a smartass and I like that

also, I love that I am quality trash

people say I have a sense of humour so maybe include that :v

and finally
I. FrUKing. Love. My. Friends. (mostly internet friends)
They are so awesome like I can’t live without them yet why are we so far apart, the world is definitely against us. Shoutout to all of you out there

ps: I love all of my followers as well I can’t just choose 10 (also I’m lazy sooo)
pps: does this mean I’m a good follower of you? jeezus, you don’t know how much it means for me to have someone appreciate me

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The Ken Sugimori artbook <3 Just a year ago I was wondering why he didn’t have an artbook yet and I got it as a birthday present and I am so happy with it. <3 So much inspiration to draw  pretty girls lolololo, Its also pretty nice to see how much his style has changed overtime. If anyone wants to see more let me known but I am not going to show everything the book is fat but kind of small so it’s hard to scan all the pages and this is really a must-have artbook for your collection

Dear self-proclaimed liberals, allies and progressives.

At what point will you acknowledge your “peak trans” moment? I have seen many glaring red flags of patriarchy passed in your seeming game of tolerance chicken. Are your eyes so squinted at the game that you are missing the harm left in your wake? Where is that peak moment? Is this an activist moment where women are just going to be run off a cliff in order for you to be satisfied, or is this just a small but vocal minority that you refuse to take responsibility for?

Are you unaware of what the “cotton ceiling” is? The result has been that when lesbians say that they don’t want to have sex with penises just because the owner says they are a woman they are stalked, harassed and called a bigot. Do you just blindly sign your change.org for whatever trans issue is trending and ignore the ugliness?

While wearing your “consent is sexy” buttons and your “walk a mile in her footsteps” t-shirt do you actually believe that the reason that women are raped, stalked and beaten at staggering statics by men is because they identified that way? If a woman who was being beaten by her husband just identified hard enough do you you think the domestic violence would stop? Are you ignoring the grooming she has had since birth and that he has had that puts him in that power over her has nothing to do with her abuse?

When a “trans man” is raped do you think that the fact they really feel male inside made a difference to their attackers; does this make the attack “gay”, despite it being the centuries old story of males using their dicks as weapons? When a man kills a prostituted “trans woman” after he finds out the sex of his victim do you not think that homophobia plays into that action? Is it not his fear of being seen as “less than a man” for having sex with someone who is male? Is this not what happens to lesbians and gays around the globe? Females are correctly raped into their place, and gay men are killed as punishment as their presence questions masculinity.

Do you ignore the grooming that people who transition young tend to have? The baby dykes that are told they aren’t pretty, and the gay boys who are told they will go to hell for their sins? Does the insecurities and depression and absolute hatred of the self that happens because of this just disappear with a diagnoses of “Gender Identity Disorder”? Is it unreasonable to expect that young girls, abused physically, told they are undesirable yet still molested, and shoved into femininity and compensatory heterosexuality would be uncomfortable with their bodies? I think it is unreasonable for any young woman to not be happy in her own skin because of the culture that we live in. Media and body standards are everywhere, it saturates a young woman’s entire existence, yet when she says that she feels uncomfortable in her skin and feels like it isn’t even her own we are to accept the fact that none of this had any play in her decision, that she really does have a male brain and is a man?

The idea that this is a personal choice is thrown around as if to make people think that cutting up healthy body parts and injecting synthetic hormones is okay. Anorexics may choose to be thin because they think they are fat, but that doesn’t make their behaviors any less destructive, so why is this mental disorder being treated as a problem with the body? There are no people who feel that they are entitled to services through the Americans with Disabilities act because they feel like their legs aren’t part of them and should be cut off. They use the same arguments as transsexuals, and yet this is still not the peak trans moment. Same with “trans racial” (“I am actually a minority with in my white skin”) and “otherkin” (“I am actually not human, my soul is that of a mythical creature/ animal/ fictional character”).

At what point are you going to blink on your game of tolerance chicken if not any of that?

I have watched as a “trans woman”, who after they groomed a minor into a relationship with them, whined that the only reason that anyone cared that they were a pedophile, was because they were not “cis”. I watched as people defended this person, and as they helpfully set up the next victim for them. Turns out that to erase male entitlement and privilege all you have to do is call your penis “female” and it is all gone.

A friend was told that the idea that male born trans people have male privilege is flawed, I have been told this too. It would appear that as long as somewhere down the line you identify as female it makes your male experience disappear. By this logic I could claim that despite eating meat I am a vegan, and it didn’t matter because a vegan person was having that experience.

A woman married to a man for 20 years, has his children, and makes a life with him can suddenly be a “lesbian” were her husband to say he was actually a “woman”. Are we going to start counting the income that he earned those past 20 years, in statistics with other lesbian households to bump them out of the lower range?

I have been told that erasing someones self-imposed identity “is an act of violence.” Meanwhile, from trans-activists I have personally been threatened with rape and death. My car was vandalized twice, I was shunned out of a gay community despite being a lesbian, my partner was stalked and harassed, and yet we are the violent ones. When confronted with the violence of their community, and the horrific threat of beheading, a transitioned professor at a university said, “well I don’t have the means to behead you,” dismissing the threats and ignoring the rest.

Trans activists will educate “cis people” in the difference between sex and gender. However, when a woman says, “penis is male” they won’t even play by their made-up rules of acknowledging the difference between sex and gender. According to trans activists, a male can say that his penis is a female organ if the he wants it to be. It would be oppressive to think otherwise, they cry.

When they are asked what it means to really feel like a woman or a man inside, have you heard their answers? “I really liked pink when I was growing up and tea parties and dolls”/”I liked to play with trucks and hated wearing dresses.” How are these stereotypes of gender not just downright offensive? How is it progressive to put small children on hormone blockers because they don’t fit the roles of masculinity or femininity? I think that is a good thing to not fit those roles; being a male that doesn’t ascribe to masculinity makes you a decent person, it doesn’t mean you somehow aren’t a man.

Again, silence from the left as to what is happening aside from the cheers as males are getting the right to hormone therapy while in jail, and little kids are “successfully” transitioning into a new gender. But the real question is, right is the “right” gender out of the myriad of “choices” available, and when will enough be enough?

Women are not even allowed to name the reason they are oppressed because it might offend someone. Again, this is not the peak trans moment? At its core, patriarchy oppresses women because they are the ones that give birth. The fact that not all women can give birth is irrelevant because as long as at birth you appear to have that ability to become impregnated you are placed in a second-class role. We have reached the point where women can’t even identify their own oppression, and still there is silence.

So again I ask, where does this stop? This is without the examples of trans women simulating menstruation to enact femininity; claiming that they too can have a cervix, and a womb that sheds its lining monthly. This is without mentioning that a family made national news when her child was granted the right to use the bathroom for the opposite sex because they said they were a girl at 3-years-old (what 3-year-old can even understand gender at that point?) This is without the countless examples of misogyny from “trans woman.” Without pointing out that an environmental organization, Deep Green Resistance, keeps being continually attacked and deplatformed because 10 or so women did not want a male-bodied person in their sleeping and showering space. Without the mention of Lierre Keith being called a “trans exterminatist” because of that. Without recognizing that female DGR members were tabling and got mobbed by people who cornered them and wrote on them (touching people without their consent is assault) and their materials. When is that peak moment where you will allow yourself to question some of these practices, if not all of them?

When is the left going to take responsibility for this and critically analyze any of this? Is this a problem of being unaware of what is happening, not caring, or fear? I really would like to know when this game is going to end, and I am hoping it is before women are completely erased. When is the moment when you notice the misogyny?

-Evi Fem  

Truth or Dare

Luke Hemmings

Requested: Yes

Hi I have this idea for an imagine but it might be too similar to crush and crushed so if you think it is you don’t have to do it, but it’s where you’re on tour with them as like makeup or something and Luke likes you and when you first go on tour with them you all play truth or dare and they find out you’re a Virgin and then for like a year Calum always jokingly asks you if you still are and you say no and Luke overhears and is like sad. Ty if you do but I get that it might be too similar x

Luke’s POV

“I’m bored.” Calums voice rang clear over the background music. The party had died down, and we were all left chilling and laughing in groups scattered around the living room with all our favourite people. Y/N rolled her eyes.

“When are you not?” She sat next to me as she giggled, causing a warmth to spread through my chest as Calum glared at her, his eyes narrowing at the large glass bottle that was almost empty in her hands.

“Truth or dare.” He shouted, ripping it out of her grasp and downing the last gulp to her protests. I silently reached over the arm of the sofa, grabbing a fresh beer and handing her it as she grinned at me. We arranged ourselves in a messy circle, legs crosses haphazardly as he crouched to place the bottle. “I’m asking first. Whoever it lands on spins the bottle after they answer the question and ask whoever it lands on. Capiche?”

“We know how to play, you loser.” Michael sounded as Calum pshhed him and waved him away. He spun the bottle cleanly, eyes narrowing as it landed on Y/N, turning with an unsubtle wink to me as I looked at the floor, cheeks flaring red.

“Truth.” She gulped half of the beer as Calum tapped his chin thoughtfully. He got one, the idea crossing his face as he smiled wickedly.

“Describe, in vivid detail, the last person you had sex with.” The circle whooped as her face didn’t change at all, my stomach dropping instantly as I couldn’t think of anything I wanted to hear less. She smiled pleasantly.

“That would be a big fat no one.” My head cocked at her answer as she kept eye contact with Calum shamelessly, smiling wider when he choked on his beer.

“Virgin?!” He spluttered as she laughed.

“Yeah, I am. Just because we’re the same age and you have doesn’t mean I have.”

“But why not? How not?” Calum stuttered, his eyes wide. “But you’re hot!” She shrugged, biting her lip slightly.

“No one right has come along yet.” My heart pounded painfully.

That meant I was out of the question.

Weeks had passed and there wasn’t a day that Calum didn’t ask if she was still a virgin. It turned to harmless banter as it appeared that she really, really didn’t care, and she barely even listened to him anymore. He teased her, but as soon as he opened his mouth she knew the answer was still ‘yes’. It became a standing joke as the weeks turned into months of tour. Every morning when she was doing our hair and makeup, Calum would wink at her and ask.

My crush turned into a landslide as I became more and more hopelessly infatuated, feeling incredibly confused with my mixed feeling at her answer. Until I really realised that it was the better one.

We were groggy and whiney, the half four start killing us slowly. Good Morning America required a performance and then a short break, until we had a mini interview about our new album.

Calum was out of it as she tiredly sorted us out, and for once the question wasn’t the first thing on his lips. We were all too busy gulping coffee by the pint as she tried to work around it. However, the euphoria of being on stage and doing a full out concert with our fans screaming at us was enough to wake us properly for the day as we finished it for our half hour break for lunch and makeup touch ups.

She was waiting for us as we bounced in, still on a certain high from our coffee as I made my way to the chair first where her small hands carefully messed up my hair.

“Hey, Y/N, I was sooo tired this morning,” Calum dragged his words out from the sofa where he and the other boys were sprawled on their phones. Ashton and Michael looked up for a second, a smile crossing their faces as they went back to their business. “So I feel rude for not asking. How’s the virgin life suiting you?” She grinned as she applied some powder to my cheeks, my lip snagging in between my teeth as my nerves ached in anticipation, as they did every day at this question.

“Apparently the sex life is a much better shape for me.” She laughed as they all did a double take, my mouth dropping open as my heart pounded. My throat tightened as Calum rushed to her.

“You, you aren’t a virgin anymore!” He shouted in her face as she nodded.

“That’s right.” She went back to me to apply some more powder as I jumped out of the chair. “Luke, I’m not done!” I grabbed my coat, wallet and phone as the boys watched me, confused.

“Gotta go,” I squeaked slightly as I coughed to deepen my voice. “Won’t make it to the interview. Sorry.” I left before they could see the tears in my eyes.

She found the one.

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anonymous asked:

How would Tamaki, the twins, Kyouya, and Haruhi react if you're dating but you're chubby and insecure about it and they find you getting bullied/find you crying about it?

this ask hit home for me and ahhh, I shall hand you fluff over fluff ♥ long post ahead!!

Tamaki smiled. He knew he’d find you in the library this time of the day. However, as he got closer to where you sat, looking out the window, he noticed your wet cheeks and red eyes. You were crying. And he didn’t know why. In an instant, his smile turned into an expression of worry. “What’s wrong, ____-chan? Tell me!” You looked up at him, and Tamaki quickly noticed the sadness passing through your eyes. “It’s nothing”, you reply, but anyone could’ve detected the lie in your tone. Tamaki sat beside you, and made you face him. Leaning forward, he kissed your forehead. “Please tell me, I’m worried about you. I don’t want my princess getting hurt like this.” You couldn’t resist your boyfriend, so you finally said something. “Someone told me… I was…” Tamaki waited, as you gathered your words. “I was too fat.. for Tama-chan.” And then, he understood. Why you had reacted like this. Tamaki chuckled, before bringing his lips to yours. “You are perfect, in every way imaginable, and I am so lucky that you have chosen me. They don’t know what they’re saying, because they don’t see what I see, and what I see is the truth, that I am with the most beautiful angel on Earth.” 

You were walking with Kaoru along the streets while eating ice cream that Friday afternoon, like your usual dates. And yet, Kaoru noticed that you were too silent today. Usually, you’d be teasing him on his Japanese and the fact that you liked their gay host act a little too much, but nope, you were quiet as a bug. And he didn’t like it, because he missed you, and because he knew something was troubling you. “What’s on your mind? You seem troubled..” He gently asked. You stiffened ever so quickly, but he noticed it. “Nah, just a little tired..” You were lying, and he knew. “Come on, ____-chan. I’m going to pester you until you tell me~”, Kaoru cutely teased. You slightly smiled, giving in to your sweet boyfriend, before frowning as your eyes watered. “A few people came up to me today..” Kaoru nodded. “And?” “They told me Hitachiin Kaoru should be with someone sexier and prettier.” Kaoru stopped in the middle of his tracks. “And you believe them..?”, he asked. You turned around and faced him. “Well, yeah, you should be with someone sexier.. I mean, look at me. And look at you. You shouldn’t be with—” Kaoru ran up to you and hugged you as tight as he could. He whispered in your ear, “don’t ever ever say that. I love you the way you are, and damn if I lose you…” He wasn’t able to continue, because in that moment, he was overwhelmed with the idea of you thinking you weren’t good enough for him and you might leave him.

“Aren’t you even tired, ____-chan? We’ve been on what, a hundred rides already?" Hikaru complained to you, while you just giggled as you stuffed your mouth with even more cotton candy. “You’re just weak, Hika-chan!” You teased your boyfriend. “But since I’m such a loving girlfriend, I will let you sit for a while.” And that’s what you two did, much to Hikaru’s relief. You had dragged him to the amusement park after school, and made him ride with you to all these rides, without a single break. Which was a little weird, even for someone so cheerful as you, Hikaru thought. And he knew you well. “What is it?”, he asked you. You looked at him, smiling. “What?” “What’s wrong?” Hikaru asked, and immediately, your bubbly facade went away. “You’re hiding something, and I don’t like it. You’re trying to appear to be happy, too happy. Tell me.” You breathed in and out. “Can I ask you a question, then?” You asked. “Of course.” “Why are you with me?” Hikaru furrowed his eyebrows. “Huh, what do you—” “Why are you with someone like me?” You interrupted him, your eyes filling with tears. ‘Why are you asking?” “I’m asking because I need to—” “Why are you asking when you know how much I love you? How much I need you in my life? Are you stupid or something?” Hikaru angrily exclaimed. Why you even thought about that, he couldn’t fathom. “You’re an idiot, but you are my idiot, and I am with you because I love you. Remember that.” He said, before kissing you fully.

"Apparently, you’ve been receiving threats from students. You were seen crying, and they said that you shouldn’t be with me? How come you never told me this?” Kyoya irritatedly asked you, as he stormed inside your bedroom. You looked up from your laptop. “What are you so angry about?” You asked him, standing up. “I’m angry because someone was out there hurting you, and you didn’t trust me enough to tell me that, that I had to go and find out from my bodyguards!” Kyoya yelled. It was true. It had hurt when he learned you were keeping this a secret from him, because it meant you didn’t think he was important a person telling your problems to. “You think I don’t trust you? Kyoya, I didn’t tell you because they were right! They were all right!” You yelled back at him. “What do you mean..?” He asked. “They told me, that I wasn’t attractive enough for someone like Ootori Kyoya, that I wasn’t smart enough.. And it’s true! It’s all true! And I didn’t tell you, because I was too busy thinking if you really should be with me! With someone like—” Kyoya ran up to you, and kissed you with so much passion. “Lies. All lies. You’re perfect, you’re everything I need and love. So stop lying. I’m getting angry.” He kissed you again, and this time, you wondered if an angry Kyoya was a bad thing, being he yells a lot, or a good thing, being him so damn sexy. 

"You’re not gonna eat?" Haruhi asked you that dinner date. You shook your head. “Probably a salad, but that’s it. I’m not too hungry, anyway.” You replied. Haruhi narrowed her eyes. “This is a dinner date, and you’re not eating.. And they have ootoro… Are you sick?” She asked, worry filling her voice. “No!”, you exclaimed, not wanting to worry your partner. “I ate earlier in school, so—” but then your stomach grumbled, betraying you and revealing the fact that you are indeed hungry. Haruhi laughed. "Are you dieting, then?” Haruhi asked, as she flipped open the menu. “Yes.” “Why? You don’t need it, anyway.” She looked up at you. “What? I’m getting fatter! I just gained—” “And so?” Haruhi asked. “And here you are, with your thin figure while I gain and gain like a pig!” You replied. “What pig? You’re still the most amazing person I know. I still love you, no matter what. So stop dieting, and eat ootoro with me, you weird human being.” Haruhi ordered, and once again, you were reminded of how you fell in love with this simple girl, who made simple words mean the world to you.

I was afraid of making them OOC, but I hope you guys like it!! *u* I’m supposed to be studying for a test, but I loved this ask too much <3