A throwback pic vs me now🥺
Found this old pic of when I was homeless sleeping in a car. I reached my lowest weight bc I literally couldn't eat or cook or anything. The moment I saved up enough for an apartment, I began sitting on the empty dull floors stuffing my face before even getting furniture. Just cooking whatever meal I could get my hands on & stuffing myself sick daily.
Over time, I began gaining & using this as a means for work, especially after becoming disabled. Now I'm entirely dependant on my lifelong fat fetish as being my source of income, keeping me housed & overfed on a constant. 🥺 It's a turn on in a way, also really stressful, however I can't lie it's a huge motivator. That my gluttony keeps me housed, keeps me fed, keeps me clothed. Like I'm being pampered by every single feeder who throws their money at me & becoming this monsterous version of my old self.
It's just really hot to me that after reaching my thinnest I decided to save up enough so I can begin my own porked up lifestyle without fears or worries. Now I'm larger than ever, dependant on food, dependant on feeders to throw their lustful wallets at me. My mind only seeks out the next meal. Not love, not intimacy, not even friendship, I just want to be fed. Not a care in a world for anything other than the next tub of ice cream or doordash.
Am I doomed to keep getting fatter? Do you believe in me? Do you think I can get bigger? Should I prove it to you?
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