Thinking about the three types of "after" photos:
A) the "I finally reached my goal weight!" euphoria. Feedee's smiling in front of the mirror, basks upon the fruit of their labor, hand placed atop their distended belly. They look sooo cute! Getting fat is the best choice they've ever made. āŗļø
B) the "omg what have I done to myself??" shock. Mouth agape above a scrunched double chin. Eyes wide with denial, denial, denial. Muffintop spilling over the waist of their jeans, futile attempts to cram their overflowing body into clothes that belong to the past now. They lost control and it's finally caught up to them. š³
C) the "brain empty, belly full" gaze. Disheveled hair, whipped cream smudged over their lips. Shirt's ridden up to expose the result of an all-day binge, a gut they couldn't hide if they tried. Using every bit of energy to sit upright for the picture, before descending into a food coma. Too far gone now. š«©
