#cw weight

[twolegsandbleeds]

simon never looks in the mirror for anything other than function - shaving when his blonde stubble starts giving a bit too much of a prisoner vibe, scowling at his reflection as he struggles to tie a windsor knot in his tie on the rare occasion he's forced into a suit.

so you know when you find simon standing in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom; towel slung low on his hips, hair still dripping? you know something's wrong.

he glances at you as you enter, before glancing back to his reflection in the mirror. his jaw is clenched tight, eyes narrowed at the softness covering the muscles of his stomach, the way he isn't quite as… lean as he used to be. he's thirty six now. not mid twenties like when you first met.

"gettin' soft." he mutters, more to himself than you. one large hand drags over his stomach, before he sighs. "need to do somethin' about it dove. do one o' them… what do those gym wankers call it? a cut?"

you step behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist; palms settling on the very place he's criticising.

the place you love with your whole heart. the soft layer of fat that ten years of home cooked meals and midnight snacks and popcorn with movie night has given him. to you? he still looks like a wall of muscle; a body that holds power in every movement; but you can feel the weight of his own judgement in the tension of his body.

"si…" you say softly, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

"gettin' old. older anyway." he continues gruffly, eyes still locked on his reflection. "can't afford to let it slip. not with the kind of work i do. not if i wan t' keep coming home to you."

you sigh, breath ghosting over the skin of his back. "si… has there been any difference at work? you moving slower? carrying less?"

his silence is answer enough: no, nothing has changed. this is vanity.

“so,” you murmur, “you could stay exactly like this. absolutely fucking perfect, si. you're just as hot as you were ten years ago, babe. more so maybe. do you not complain that i spend more time riding your dick than off of it when you're back on leave?” you lean around his body, meet his eyes in the mirror, let your hands wander down to the edge of the towel, "and if that's not enough to convince you… i'll wear those little sundresses you love for the entire month of june." your voice drops into something almost conspiratorial, "…with no panties."

simon’s breath catches. the towel shifts noticeably as his body reacts to the image you just planted in his head. for a long moment he just stares at you in the reflection, torn between what he thinks he needs to do and the fact that you clearly have no problem with the way his body has changed; caught between a soldier punishing himself for aging and and a man who desperately just wants to bury his face under those dresses.

“you fight dirty, dove.” he mutters, but there’s a twitch in the corners of his lips, the self-critical edge softening.

you squeeze him gently. “not hearing a no.”

[soapcloth]

Unexpected hot weather in May inviting thoughts of sweaty Johnny groaning out half-hearted excuses about his “winter weight” making the heat unbearable as he pulls you in for a bear hug to recharge after spring cleaning in the yard.

[dionysusk]

this is an 18+ blog, age in bio please!!

satoru noticing you feeling insecure about your body.

you entered a new chapter of your life, bogged down with new and different challenges, and that means some things have changed. one thing that bothers you most is how you've been unable to focus on your physical health as much.

did i always look like this? you can't seem to remember - all you know is that you look different.

satoru wants to hold you and tell you that it doesn't matter. you have been working so hard and dealing with so many new responsibilities, it's okay that you had to prioritize other things. he was simply glad that, during that busy and stressful time, you were at least eating properly and taking care of yourself in that regard.

it hurts him to see you feeling this way. he wants you to love your body the way he loves you - unabashedly. this is a harsh world that has unrealistic expectations for people and he simply wants to shield you from them. forget what people say, stop making those horrid ways of thinking your own and believing they're right; you know deep down they're not, right?

and now imagine you're at a little get together with a couple of people you both know. satoru's running late, but you're not worried, simply enjoying yourself while you wait for his arrival.

you're in the middle of listening intently to your friend's entertaining story, when you are swept up out of nowhere. you feel the comforting arms of the man you love wrap around your waist. you hear his melodic laughter, one that instantly makes you smile as well. you feel his chest pressed against your back as he's spinning you both around.

god, he was so excited to see you today. there was no particular reason! can't a man simply be excited to see his beloved? he's especially joyous to see you giggling with friends; for once your mind is away from your insecurities and gnawing worries about how your clothes fit. he truly couldn't help himself from pulling you into his arms and lifting you up.

and it makes him even more ecstatic to see you smiling at him and his antics. to everyone else c it's like this is a scene out of a cheesy movie, but satoru doesn't care. he's just happy to see you happy and not ridden with unnecessary worries for the moment. it's okay if it's just for a little while, it means so much to him and pushes him to find more ways to bring that sweet smile of yours out more.

not sure about this. there's more i wanted to ramble on for the first part regarding insecurities and body image but will refrain. also the second part was based on a dream i had last night :) *not proofread, ignore any errors pls and ty*

[casawio]

When I was 12 I broke my finger jumping onto a pool toy from a diving board

[tpwrtrmnky]

sometimes i'm like "eh, my adhd isn't that bad" and then i remember in the first year after moving out i lost ridiculous amounts of weight because i just straight up kept forgetting to feed myself

[faebeeboo]

Okay but I think… Ford was pretty fit pre-mental breakdown.

I don’t think he had much of a gut, and was pretty slim. Obviously, he put on a bit of weight during college, but who doesn’t?

(I also think his body in the college pic from TBoB may have just been an oversight since it had been years since they’d written the show/Journal 3 and added those details, and he was still relatively slim here at the end of college in the show)

But when he was in Gravity Falls, he was constantly hiking around, chasing various anomalies

He even states in Journal 3 that he had a rigorous daily physical (and mental) workout, despite having hated physical activity when he was younger.

It sounds like he ends up approaching exercise with the same rigor he does his studies, namely because it is a means to further his research. He can’t do half of what he does if he isn’t in peak physical shape to keep up with the anomalies and go on field research trips. Based on his words there, I think it’s safe to assume.

And he says that a few months before the falling out with Bill.

So when his life falls apart, he stops exercising and starts eating junk (as one does).

And he puts on some weight, which leads to his body in this picture

He also had no control over whatever Bill was shoveling into his mouth when he possessed him, and Bill would ignore body cues that told him he was overeating. He was just tossing shit down Ford’s throat with no care for how it would affect him when he woke up (and actually hoping it would be something that hurt him)

So he probably contributed a LOT, in ways other than just by totally betraying Ford, taking advantage of him, and causing a catastrophic meltdown

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.

[sleepy-sodazzz]

All the weight I gain goes straight to my thighs an my legs like wha

[daftpatience]

this post reminded me of this ~scenario~ that happens to me and other fat folks quite often! thin folks that are our friends, support fat folks, but haven’t quite had the time or chance or willingness to unlearn fatphobic ideas in relation to themselves. we know you still think of fatness as inherently unhealthy and unattractive, work on it ♥