I just stumbled across some old photos of me from about 7 years ago, when I was in my freshman year at university. I'd been stick-thin all my life, and was classed as a healthy weight according to my BMI. There was hardly any fat on me, I had abs, and I used to get a decent amount of attention in clubs and bars. Looking back, I was pretty hot.
Seven years later (and only in my mid-twenties), I've more than doubled my weight. My BMI puts me firmly in the obese category, and my abs have been buried beneath inches of soft, jiggly fat. The attention I used to get has dried up, and the body that most people would dream of has been replaced with stretchmarks, a pair of growing tits, and a fupa that has taken at least 2 inches off my 🍆.
What I've done to my body would horrify most people. Most people would desperately try to lose the weight, and try to return to the slim, toned body that I had before, even though it would be almost impossible. For some reason, the damage that I've done to myself turns me on like nothing else, and makes me want to turn those 'after' pictures into new 'before' pictures.
And I did this to myself all on my own. I can only imagine what more I could do if I had a feeder...
