I had a freaky experience today, I had to cut myself out of my T-shirt because I legitimately could not get it off. Since I’m getting so fat, my T-shirts have been far too small for me. My neck and chins are too big for some of the neck holes! This morning I crammed one on, but it was pretty much a crop top, most of my belly apron hung out. Anyway by the end of the day, I had eaten so much that I could not get the hem over the bloated top portion of my belly. Eventually, I kind of had a panic attack and frantically cut it off. Then I just kind of had a post binge clarity moment. Here I am at 24, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath after getting too fat for a shirt that fit a few months ago, oozing onto my living room floor in just my panties. So many of my friends are doing stuff with their lives, meanwhile I’m grunting trying to sit up after eating myself sick. It’s so scary feeling the daily tightening of my clothes, because I know I’m getting even bigger, but I also know there’s nothing I can do to stop myself.
Oh there is plenty you could do, little pork chop. You could diet, you could exercise, you could even do as little as just not gorging yourself sick. You could do those things, but I know that you know, you just really don't want too, and as much as the realization scares you. You're here because you like the thrill. Knowing you're cramming untold calories down your throat that will turn into more layers of juicy jiggly adipose. How loud is the voice of reason these days? Barely a whisper id wager, seeing as how you've found your way to me.
Do you want to earn praise?
Eat an extra helping for me tonight.
