#How To Lose My Weight without diet

[seventh-district]

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[kayiieu]

guys ik i needa lose a couple pounds but like,,, i wanna get buldak so bad

[heyitzbud]

Going on a diet wish me luck i have literally never been able to sucessfully go on one without giving up, or getting very strict and lowkey succumbing to the ed-demons so 🤭🤭🙃

[autopsytableromance]

Love telling a new doctor about my migraine frequency and severity the first time we meet bc they have one of two reactions (they either stop caring when I say that there is occasionally months in between very bad episodes of condensed migraine activity or they hear me say when it gets really bad it’s like 3 times a week or more stop typing and ask if I’ve ever seen a neurologist in a very specific tone) and I base whether I’m willing to go back on which one they give

[captain-nicnac]

The other nurse told me I had lost weight and I was like 😞 yeah I was hoping I would have gained it back by now. And she was like I wish I had that problem!

??? Ma'am do not celebrate me being underweight

[dogberryrowan]

Me to doctor: stuff hurts

Doctor: you should exercise more and get strong!

Also me: *can leg press over 500lbs*

Also me: *can hike for hours*

Also me: *has 0 issue slinging around 70lb bags of mulch*

Me: i dont think strength is the issue here bruh

[genderqueerdykes]

one of the most evil parts about me being told that i needed to lose weight before i could get my diseased gallbladder removed was that without telling me at all whatsoever, the physician's assistant who was responsible for my surgery consult silently gave me a referral for bariatric weight loss surgery. she told me that i'd have to get my gallbladder removal surgery with that department as well because they're used to working on bigger bodies.

she told me this, but that's not what she meant. she wanted me to get bariatric weight loss surgery all because i told her that i have poly cystic ovarian syndrome and that it's hard for me to willingly lose weight. when i called the bariatric surgeons about scheduling my consult for my gallbladder removal, they were extremely confused and were like "well is this for the bariatric surgery referral or the gallbladder removal referral?"

without my permission, without me asking, the physician's assistant silently signed me up for weight loss surgery that i never consented to. i never once mentioned wanting this surgery. i never once mentioned that my weight is affecting my health or bothering me. this person saw this as a mandatory step in order to get the surgery to remove my diseased organ. as if there were no other options. i never want to get bariatric weight loss surgery because i know it will completely devastate my health. this PA was so stuck on my weight. she could not get over it, she was literally obsessed. she did not care about my health, safety or well being, she was just obsessed with her hatred of fat people

she saw my weight as a higher priority than my diseased gallbladder. she was so stuck up her own ass that she was convinced that my weight was doing more damage to me than my gallbladder was. she wanted to keep blaming me for eating a high fat diet (i'm a vegetarian- i don't eat a high fat diet) and mocking me for being fat. she literally saw me being fat as a bigger issue than the fact that i had a literal rock stuck in the neck of one of my organs. if you ask me, if the surgeons and anesthesiologists have problems working on fat patients, that's a skill issue on them. that means you're a bad surgeon or anesthesiologist and you need to try to improve your skills. this is a literal skill issue, it's not the patient's fault that the medical professional fucking sucks at their job!

i can't describe to you how evil and insidious that is. the fact that she looked at me and went "oh my fucking god it's your weight that's the problem just go lose weight you fat asshole" just showed how much disregard she has for her fat patients. it's like she relishes torturing us or leaving us to be sick or die. there's no reason to behave this way. there's no reason to FORCE someone into weight loss surgery. my health is NOT being negatively impacted by my weight- gallstones are not caused by being overweight, and you can't give yourself gallstones. no matter how much fat you eat you can't give yourself gallstones- this is something that happens outside of your control

i hate medical professionals who are proudly fatphobic. they wear the fact that they let people remain sick and die as a badge of honor. like they're doing the world a favor. like staying sick or dying is better off for the patient. like the patient somehow doesn't "DESERVE" to be in good health. fat people DO deserve to be in good health. we DON'T have to "EARN" surgeries or life saving procedures. we are alive and human just like everyone else. this qualifies us for being cared for medically, no matter what. leave your prejudices at home. you can't just kill fat people because you don't like that we exist.

[444lotus]

how i manifested (+revised) my dream body ౨ৎ

This is my first post on my new account, though I am NOT new to the law and NOT new to loablr either. This post is specifically about how I manifested my dream body instantly with no technique besides knowing :)

PART ONE - the old story

In the old story, I was so fixated on my body and my weight all of the time, I was tracking my calories and weighing myself and my food obsessively and constantly gaining and losing weight. Back then, my beliefs were that 1) Excess food causes weight gain, 2) If I don't track my food and weigh myself, I will become too fat/skinny, and 3) There is something wrong with my body, and I need to diet/exercise to fix it.

Noticing these beliefs were key to changing the way I viewed food and my body, and therefore changing how I knew food to effect me and how I knew my body to be.

When I was overweight, I knew my body was too big, I knew I was eating too much, I knew excess calories made me gain weight. When I was underweight, I knew I had no appetite, I knew I was too bony, I knew that exercise makes you gain muscle which is why I had none, etc. I had to identify the limiting beliefs that made me know my body was a certain way.

PART TWO - writing the new story

Once I identified the beliefs that were holding me back and kept me from my goals ("I know I eat too much, even if I affirm I'm skinny, I'm still going to gain weight."), I could then change them. I wrote down a list of these beliefs, like I did above, and came up with reversals. For example;

"I overeat, so I will gain weight" -> "Calories aren't even real, so I can eat whatever I want and stay the same weight."

"I eat junk food, so I'll never be skinny" -> "I love how fast my metabolism is, I can eat junk all day and still stay so skinny." or "Junk food is just like other foods. Raspberries can't make me fat so neither can hamburgers."

"I don't exercise enough to be toned" -> "It's crazy how I'm naturally so toned and fit without trying."

The key for me was changing key beliefs that kept me dieting and exercising to lose weight, to sever the tie between calories consumed and weight, and hours exercising and muscles. These are limiting beliefs. We literally create our reality. Not ice cream, not soda and chips, none of that can overcome YOU as a divine creator. It sounds silly when you spell it out like that, doesn't it?

PART THREE - how i did it

Okay, now we understand that the secret is to change the rules of our own reality to allow us to know a higher truth (my higher truth? I am a skinny legend). So how do we put this into practice?

All you have to do is know. You set these rules, so you know they are true, reality is bound to them. You must know you are successful, know that reality is in the 4d, and feel truly satisfied in that realm. You can do this using whatever method you need to, but personally, I just knew deep within me that I was my ideal weight, and that nothing could change that, that is simply the reality, that is simply the way things are. I thought about old pictures I took of myself, and remembered how skinny I looked in them, I thought about the last time I saw my friends and how much littler they said I'd gotten, I thought about the last time I stood on the scale and how it read the exact weight I knew myself to be. And I just knew, deep within me, that was simply how things were.

And the last step, for me, was to feel truly joyful at this realization. To feel satisfied it came into fruition. Without seeking confirmation, because I already KNEW.

And what do you know? Pictures of myself in my phone from weeks ago, they were my ideal body. The girl I saw in the mirror when I stood up from my meditation? She had my ideal body. My clothes? XS and S, all of them. I had revised my ideal body all the way back to the day I bought them. And confirmed this by checking pictures I took in the dressing room.

I'm telling you right now it is possible if you know in your heart you've always had your desire. It's always been fulfilled within you. You make the rules because you are a divine creator. Nothing outside of you can change what you know to be true.

That's all for now ౨ৎ

[shakes-and-cakes]

CW for manipulative feeder and nonconsensual feedism below

Sorry my little doughball, I made you a promise when we started dating that I would never let you lose weight. You told me that you had no limits, that you want me to keep you on track until you break records.

So that's what I'm doing. You looked so happy at first when I stuffed enough food down your throat to feed a whole party. When did that change? Was it when you needed a scooter to go out in public?

Or maybe it was when you started needing my help to get up from a sitting position? I can understand why it must have alarmed you when I refused to help you up without a good reason, but it's dangerous for someone of your size out there. I can bring everything you need to you in the safety of your own bed.

Could it be the way you feel sick all the time now? Your diet is composed almost entirely of massive portions of fast food, snacks, and sweets after all. Your body is crying out for something nutritious to sustain it, but you told me you needed to keep gaining as fast as possible if you wanted to reach your goals.

Now you're an immobile blob, one wobbling mass of rolls that blend into each other to a point where it's difficult to determine where each part of you stops and the next begins. When you manage to gather the energy to speak, an increasing rarity with how exhausting it is just to exist in your body, you beg me to forget about that promise. To let you have your life back.

I guess you did have some limits after all, didn't you? Too bad for you I don't make promises I won't keep.

[epigstolary]

Welcome to Epigstolary, a place where I write about gaining, feeding, and all things fattening. My stories are usually at the higher end of the scale, with an affectionate emphasis on teasing, humiliation, and the consequences of extreme gluttony. If that sounds like your cup of tea, I think you’ll enjoy what’s in these pages, and I hope you’ll check out some of the stories linked below:

CONTENTS

Date Night — Your feeder envisions your likely future as the two of you make the rounds of your favorite fast food drive-thrus

Incubus — A shadowy creature has already made you eat yourself well past morbid obesity, and he’s not even close to being done with you.

Tough Guy — You may think you’re a man’s man, even if that waistline says otherwise. But your enabling partner’s happy to let you keep thinking whatever you want.

On Your Own — What does the future have in store for your superchub self without your feeder?

Real Talk — Your friend has some “advice” to share with you about your weight and habits.

Rebound — It’s easier to regain, and then some — as you’ll soon find out.

The Middle of Nowhere — Part One — A gainer who chooses an idyllic life in the country with their feeder might have gotten more than they bargained for.

The Middle of Nowhere — Part Two — How does a rural superchub handle dinner guests and a trip into town?

Lecture — You’re the focal point of a scientific teachable moment about the effects of hypermorbid obesity on the human body.

Deaf Ears — You haven’t been listening to your feeder’s warnings about your habits, and this is the result.

Step By Step — You don’t become a superchub overnight. But there are signs that’s where things are going.

Big Deal — It’s time you gave your feeder a talking-to after they get cold feet from your recent gains.

The Makings of a Glutton — What makes a superchub? A menu of food that’s terrible for you, apparently.

Too Much of a Good Thing — It may be wonderful, but the weight of your feeder’s affection is catching up with you.

A New Home — A newly-immobile superchub gets used to life in a facility meant to help them lose weight, but the caregiver who fed them that size has other plans.

Sedentary — Years of poor diet and too much time on the couch has made it harder and harder to get around.

A Normal Life — You consider a return to civilian life after years as a live-in feedee.

Out and About — Your feeder recounts their favorite things about taking you out and showing you off to unsuspecting, shocked civilians.

Wish Fulfillment — You awaken to find yourself the immobile superchub of your dreams, but how long will you get to enjoy it?

The Look — Your feeder wants to make sure you understand your situation.

Weakness — Your feeder confronts you with how your weakness for food brought you to your current obese condition.

Best Intentions — Unsuspecting bystanders gape, mock, and try to help as you begin mysteriously and rapidly gaining hundreds of pounds.

Enabling Delusion — You and your partner still think you’re going to lose the weight. Your friends think differently.

Center of Attention — Your popularity as a superchub influencer won’t save you from humiliation when your gains finally catch up to you.

Consumed — A poetic exploration of how gaining grew to dominate your life.

Expressions — A feeder recounts a gainer’s progress through how they react to their burgeoning body.

The Biggest Size They Make — You’ve been fighting your wardrobe for a long time, and now you’re losing the battle.

Morning — Nothing beats a cozy, comfy morning being spoiled by your feeder.

Excuses — You always have an excuse ready for why your weight isn’t a problem. But there are signs that you’re only fooling yourself.

The Deal — Your bodybuilding arrangement with a savvy gainer proves to be more than you bargained for.

Over The Edge — An admirer puzzles over how you let yourself get to the edge of the gaining abyss.

Just A Number — That’s all weight is, but yours has been going up alarmingly fast.

A Growing Problem — Your partner finally gets their concerns about your weight problem off their chest.

When, Not Whether — Gaining like you do isn’t sustainable. You’re heading for a crisis; it’s just a matter of time.

Realization — Your partner finally takes off the mask, revealing their inner feeder once it’s too late for you to do anything about it.

No Going Back — You thought you could experiment with gaining and lose the weight after you’d had your fun. You were wrong.

Trough — A shadowy feeder sets you up to eat like the farm animal you are, to see just how long you can manage.

Big and Tall — A rotund clothes shopper needs the help of a chaser sales clerk after a sartorial mishap.

Polite — You’ve gotten too fat to make fun of, but the polite restraint from your friends tells you everything you need to know.

Vignettes

You Ate

Beyond Your Control

Animals

Love

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[doumadono]

I voted for Nsfw alphabet - and I would love to request Shinso 🙈🩵

Also, congratulations on your milestone 🎈

Warnings: post-timeskip Shinso

MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST - PART II ⊹ Doumadono's 6k followers event

A - Aftercare Shinso is incredibly attentive after intercourse, even if he doesn’t show it in overly dramatic ways. He’ll brush damp hair away from your face, murmur low reassurances, and carefully clean you up, his touch unhurried and soothing. If he senses you need something — be it water, a warm towel, or simply silence — he’ll provide it without you needing to ask. His favorite way to end the night is holding you close, his breath soft against your temple as you both drift off.

B - Body Part On you, he’s obsessed with your neck. Maybe it’s the irony of his Quirk, but he loves watching the way it reacts — how you tilt it for him, the marks he leaves behind, and the shivers he can draw out with a single touch or kiss. On himself, he’s a little self-conscious about his hands but secretly loves it when you kiss or hold them.

C - Cum Shinso is versatile — cumming inside, on you, in a condom, or on himself — it’s all fine by him, as long as it’s what you want. But the longer you’re together, the more he craves the raw intimacy of cumming inside you — he finds it super hot. His clean diet leaves a subtle sweetness to his cum taste.

D - Dirty Secret Shinso has toyed with the idea of using his Quirk during sex — not strictly to control you, but to strip away inhibitions and hear your raw, unfiltered thoughts about him.

E - Experience Shinso isn’t a playboy, but he’s had a couple of past experiences. He’s a fast learner with a natural talent for observation. His natural curiosity drives him to explore what makes you tick, and he takes pride in the way he can unravel you, piece by piece.

F - Favorite Position He loves positions where he can see your face, like a missionary or a cowgirl. There’s something deeply grounding about feeling your breath mingle with his, your hands clutching at his shoulders as you lose yourself in the moment.

G - Goofy While he’s typically calm and collected, Shinso does have a dry sense of humor that slips out occasionally. He might throw in a teasing comment like “What? Not so brave anymore, hmmm, baby?” or smirk if he catches you flustered, but it’s always good-natured and meant to make you laugh.

H - Hair He keeps himself neatly groomed, more for practicality than vanity. Shinso doesn’t mind a little maintenance but doesn’t obsess over it either. He appreciates you however you’re comfortable, often making a point to tell you so.

I - Intimacy Every moment with Shinso feels personal. His focus is always on you — your needs, your desires, your pleasure. When he’s with you, he’s completely present, making each moment feel deeply personal and uniquely yours.

J - Jack Off Before he met you, Hitoshi found the idea of pleasuring himself too embarrassing to entertain, shoving the thought aside as quickly as it came. After you entered his life — but before the two of you became a thing — he gave in to the temptation more than once, only to be consumed by guilt afterward — because he thought of you in a sinful way while he shouldn’t. But once the two of you became a couple, that shame melted away. With your love and reassurance, he finally understood there was nothing wrong with his desires. Now, when he needs to take care of himself, he does so without hesitation.

K - Kink He has a soft spot for subtle power dynamics. Nothing extreme, but he likes knowing he has some control — whether it’s holding your wrists gently above your head or pinning you with his weight. He’s also intrigued by light bondage, though he’s always cautious to ensure you’re comfortable. Shinso has a curiosity for sensory play as well — blindfolds, silk restraints, etc.

L - Location Shinso prefers the comfort of the bedroom, where he can focus entirely on you without distractions. However, he isn’t opposed to sneaking into more adventurous territory, like the shower or even a quiet corner of his agency late at night.

M - Motivation Seeing you wear his clothes, hearing you laugh, or catching you stealing glances his way are small but powerful sparks that ignite his desire.

N - No Shinso is firm about keeping things safe and consensual. Anything that risks harm to you, physically or emotionally, is off the table in an instant. He’s especially cautious about introducing his Quirk into your intimate life, fearing it could create a dynamic that feels manipulative, even unintentionally.

O - Oral Hitoshi is skilled, patient, and attentive when it comes to oral. He enjoys the reactions he can pull from you, taking his time to learn exactly what makes you come undone. Receiving is less of a priority for him, but when he lets you take the lead, his flushed cheeks and uneven breaths reveal just how much he enjoys the attention.

P - Pace His pace is usually steady. He loves a slow build, watching your tension rise until you’re utterly desperate for him. However, if the mood strikes, he can surprise you with a rougher, more primal side.

Q - Quickie Quickies aren’t his preference — he values the depth of connection in slower, more intentional moments. However, he’s not fully opposed to them — the idea of sneaking out for a moment of passion during a busy day has its own appeal.

R - Risk Hitoshi is cautious by nature and doesn’t take unnecessary risks. However, he’s open to trying new things as long as you discuss them beforehand. He’s more adventurous in private though.

S - Stamina Shinso has excellent stamina, honed through years of hero training. He can go multiple rounds if you’re up for it, though he prefers focusing on quality over quantity. 

T - Toys He’s curious but cautious. Shinso appreciates how toys can enhance your common experience, and he’s more than willing to incorporate them into your sex life. 

U - Unfair Shinso can be a terrible tease when he wants to be. He’ll hold you just on the edge, whisper husky compliments in your ear or pull out just before you reach your peak. He thrives on the way you plead for more, though he always makes sure to let you come undone in the end.

V - Volume Shinso isn’t loud, but the sounds he does make — low, husky groans and breathy murmurs of your name — are utterly sinful. 

W - Wild Card Shinso rarely succumbs to jealousy, but when it does creep in, it’s impossible not to notice. He’ll pull you closer, his arm curling around you like a protective barrier, his touch lingering longer than necessary. Sometimes, he buries his face in the curve of your neck, his lips grazing your skin in open-mouthed kisses.

X - X-Ray Shinso’s cock is around six inches, uncut, with a slight upward curve at the tip and a few prominent veins that add to its appeal. He leans more toward length than girth.

Y - Yearning Hitoshi’s sex drive is above average. Yet, he’s never ruled by desire — self-control comes naturally to him, and he can abstain when needed without complaint.

Z - Zzz Afterward, Shinso is the type to stay awake for a while, holding you close and basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment. Once you’ve fallen asleep in his arms, he lets himself relax, his head resting against yours as he drifts off. Those moments are something he treasures, a reminder that he’s exactly where he belongs.

@pixelcafe-network

[mixolya]

I honestly have no idea how tumblr works so idk if this is where I make requests...

Anyways idea/request for an itoshi sae x reader short story where reader is a well known k-pop idol who was recently caught in a scandal that she took no part in and received lots of hate as a result! She starts losing her appetite and becoming visibly skinnier bc of the hate and sae notices and becomes rlly worried for her!

Srry this is honestly so cringy I js had a random idea and needed someone to write it 😔😔

ᓚᘏᗢ — sae itoshi: stay with me !

synopsis: when a brutal scandal leaves you drowning in public hate and self-doubt, your secret boyfriend sae itoshi refuses to let you face it alone.

sae itoshi x reader ⭑ angst / secret relationship / hurt & comfort cw!!! eating disorder, mentions of suicide + likes & reblogs are appreciated <3

note: this took me a bit long sorry if my writing is washed

sae noticed it first in your texts. the usual stream of messages, your excited ramblings, blurry selfies with a kiss face, little voice notes you sent when you couldn't type fast enough, started to shrink. your replies became shorter, sometimes delayed, sometimes missing altogether. then came the photos, or rather, the lack of them.

you used to send him everything. outfit checks, dance practice clips, the view from your hotel room window when you were touring. now, your camera roll seemed locked away.

he knew why. the scandal, the one you had no part in.

a baseless accusation from an anonymous post had spiraled into trending hashtags overnight. the internet had latched onto your name, twisting narratives, pulling you under with no proof, no defense that seemed loud enough.

he kept waiting for you to fight back. for the usual fire in your voice to return. but it didn't.

and when he finally got you alone on a rare day when your schedules aligned, you were already smaller. not just in weight, but in presence. you looked like you'd folded yourself in, like you were trying to take up less space in the world.

"did you eat?" he asked bluntly, sitting across from you in his apartment. you nodded, picking at the edge of your sleeve. " a little, before practice."

"you're lying," his chest tightened.

you glanced away, lips pressing into a faint smile that didn't belong to you. "i'm fine, sae."

"you're not," he stood, crossed the room in two steps and knelt in front of you. "look at me."

reluctantly, you did. your eyes were tired, rimmed faintly with exhaustion, but it wasn't that which broke him. it was the way you looked afraid. of disappointing him. of being weak in front of him.

"you think i care about some fake scandal?" his thumb brushed over your knee. "you think i'd believe a word of that shit?"

you shook your head quickly. "it's not that. i know you don't believe it. it's just-" your voice cracked. you swallowed it down. "...everyone else does."

"they're just people behind a screen."

"they're people behind a screen who tell me to die."

it hit him like a gut punch. not because you were wrong, but because you said it so.. calmly. like you'd gotten used to hearing it.

you laughed breathless and broken. "isn't it funny? i've spent my whole career trying to make people happy, and now they can't stand me. i can't even remember the last time i finished a meal without thinking about what they'd say about my weight after the whole scandal thing."

his stomach twisted. you'd always been careful with your diet because of your career, but this wasn't careful at all. this was self-destruction. and it terrified him.

"you don't have to finish it for them," he said quietly. "you don't have to do anything for them."

you shook your head. "it's not that simple. i can't just-" you gestured vaguely, frustration rising. "i can't just stop caring. it's my job. my face, my body- it's my brand."

sae's grip on your knee tightened just slightly. "fuck your brand."

your breath caught.

"fuck the people who don't know you. fuck the ones who think they can control you." his voice was low. it was the same tone he used when shutting down reporters. "if you lose yourself chasing their approval, what's the point?"

your lips trembled. "i don't want to lose myself."

"then don't."

"i'm trying-" your voice cracked again. you buried your face in your hands, shoulders shaking. "i'm really trying, sae."

carefully, he reached up, coaxing your hands away from your face. his thumb traced the corner of your eye, catching a stray tear. without another word, sae slid his arms around you, lifting you effortlessly into his chest. you let out a soft gasp, instinctively curling into him as he sat down the couch, settling you on his lap, one hand firm on your back, the other smoothing down your hair.

"you don't have to try alone," he murmured, his voice steady against the storm inside you. "i'm here. i'm not going anywhere."

your fingers clutched at his shirt, desperate for something solid, something that wouldn't slip away like the rest of your world seemed to be doing.

"i'm sorry," you whispered, breath trembling against his neck. "i just.. i don't know how to fix this."

"then don't fix it all at once." he pressed a kiss to your temple, lingering there. "just stay. stay with me tonight. start there."

"i don't feel like eating though."

"doesn't matter." his hand rubbed slow circles on your back. "you need to. for yourself, not for them."

you swallowed thickly, the quiet weight of his words breaking down your walls. sae itoshi didn't plead. he didn't chase. but here he was, holding you close, asking you to fight for yourself.

so you nodded, barely, but it was enough for him to pull you even closer, like he was trying to shield you from the world.

"i'll cook."

"you can't cook," you mumbled, your tears warm against his skin.

"i can cook enough," his thumb brushed over your cheekbone. "enough to keep you here."

you gave a small, tired laugh. "you're sooo bad at this."

"at what?"

"comforting people."

he smirked faintly. "never comforted someone, what did you expect?"

his hand slid down, interlacing his fingers with yours.

and for the first time in weeks, you let yourself lean into him. into his warmth, his steadiness, his quiet refusal to let you disappear.

right now, you were safe. you were staying. and sae wasn't letting you go.

© mixolya 2025. do not copy, remake or edit any of my works.

[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤATELOPHOBIA * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N has suffered with an eating disorder for years, but lately, - because of some "fans" and social media - her insecurities have been taking her to a more than dangerous path, which she couldn't get out without help.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　no.

WARNINGS　::　anorex!a, eating disorder, comparison, self sabotage, self hatred, panic attack, pure angst... PLEASE read with caution!

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

Atelophobia; the fear of not being good enough.

This was one of the millions of fears and problems that haunted Y/N's mind. Her head convinced her a long time ago that she simply wasn't enough; for her school teachers, for her classmates, for her friends, for her parents, past boyfriends... not even for herself.

This led her to listen to what others said and thought about herself since she was very young, the desire to be perfect and within society's standards in all aspects of a human being consumed her; personality, thoughts, knowledge... body.

She was told all the time how she should behave, act, and be. She was just a child, but that didn't seem to matter to those who did it, clogging her up with responsibilities and comparisons.

One thing led to another. Her desperation to be the best at everything started to include her own body. "Fat" was the first word people used to describe her. She had no control over the situations around her, but she had control over her weight.

Y/N was always the biggest girl in her class, and her classmates seemed to love reminding her of that; often being excluded from work groups, forgotten in groups of friends, or not chosen in any team during Physical Education classes.

Until the year when everything changed. During the school vacation, she decided to change, intending to return to school as a new girl. The new cycle started well, Y/N saw a nutritionist, cutting out all fatty foods from her routine and consuming only healthy ones. She started going to the gym daily, doing the recommended training time. All of this led her to lose a significant amount of weight.

Soon, the vacation was over, and with that, the negative comments from her classmates were replaced by positive comments. Girls asking what she had done to lose weight like that, searching for advice and seeing her as a miracle. Boys saying how changed and prettier she looked.

How could she not fall in love with her own illness?

So, that made her feel good. Too good... her mind began to yearn to become thinner, more beautiful, just to hear more from others. And then the healthy diet and the one hour training at the gym were no longer enough for her. She needed more if she wanted to be better.

Y/N then intensified her training, staying at the gym for 2 hours per day, doing more reps with more weight. She crossed out several foods from the list of permitted that her nutritionist had made, choosing for herself the ones she thought were ideal, until it had almost nothing left.

Her brain self-sabotaged so that she wouldn't go out with her friends, because they would definitely want to eat somewhere and she wouldn't be able to.

She no longer participated in family dinners, creating excuses so as not to be forced to sit at the table and eat.

Her mind convinced her that she wasn't thin enough to satisfy her boyfriends' sexual and non-sexual desires, which made her pull away during or at the beginning of any relationship she had until the guy got tired, or she simply ended it.

She spent hours on the internet, searching for sensational diets that reduced daily calories to 500 or less, promising extraordinary weight loss. In addition to getting on the scale at least 4 times a day, hoping for a miracle every time she looked at the numbers.

Y/N replaced her eating schedules with random hobbies like drawing, learning a new instrument, or picking flowers from her garden to make flower crowns, occupying her time and mind.

Some things scared her, her period hadn't come in months, clumps of hair fell out every time she ran her hands through it. Her vision went dark at least 3 times a day. Her body shivered from the complete cold of her insides, and her stomach hurt more than usual.

But she had to suffer them alone since she had no one to talk to about, always alone.

Until Y/N met Matt.

Matt was the boy who made her want to get better. He encouraged her to look for a hospital that fit her preferences, where Y/N finally began to receive psychiatric and psychological care.

Her diet changed for the better, into foods that Y/N saw as safe. She did not abandon the gym but reduced the weight and time, maintaining her training just for the health of her muscles, as she had lost a lot of lean mass during her worst moment.

The calculator in her head finally stopped. Her eyes started seeing food as just food and not as the enemy. Her stomach craved for all the snacks she loved, and she finally ate them, without feeling guilty.

Matt was so thoughtful about her entire situation, having suffered himself with extreme anxiety from a young age. He could tell he understood in parts what it was like to live with a mental illness.

So he helped her maintain her healthy diet and eat all her daily meals within her limit - often opting to eat together in their room, since he knew the trepidation Y/N still felt about doing it in front of other people.

Matt praised her in every possible situation, trying not to be extreme but to show his intense love and support for the girl. All of that was helping her a lot.

Until it wasn't.

Y/N and Matt never hid their relationship from the public, the girl knew how famous her boyfriend was and how difficult it could be to keep their relationship hidden, they would be seen together at one time or another.

So it wasn't surprising that the girl appeared in some of the triplets' pictures sometimes, and that's what happened that Friday.

As usual, Nick posted a photo dump on the triplets Instagram to promote the publication of their new car video, and one of the photos was of Matt and Y/N, specifically one in which the two were sitting on the couch in their living room, the girl had her legs draped over Matt's thighs, while his tattooed arm wrapped tightly around her waist, huge smiles decorating their faces.

It was a cute photo, but apparently, that wasn't what fans thought.

While Matt and his brothers were in the kitchen, preparing healthy snacks - a habit they built through the girl, but which in the end helped everyone -, Y/N was lying on her bed in the room she shared with Matt, wrapped in too-warm covers, holding her phone with her right hand while her left hand wrapped around her stomach in an almost painful grip.

Her thumb scrolled through the comments screen beneath the post. Almost everyone there talking about her picture with Matt.

"Matt can do so much better than her"

"I really don't know what he saw in her"

"She's going to end up crushing him like that"

"I'll pay for the gym for her if that's the price for Matt to have a worthy girlfriend"

And so on, it was as if they knew all of Y/N's weaknesses.

Some fans of them could be cruel when they wanted to, and Y/N knew this by heart since seeing Nick crying several times because he was body shamed, or when she noticed Chris being quieter than usual after reading comments saying how loud he was and how that was unbearable.

Her heart was crushed every time she saw Matt suffer in silence until he couldn't hold it in any longer and finally cried in her lap for hours after reading people saying how insignificant and quiet he was in the videos.

Even though a huge mass of the fandom loved them with all their hearts and took care of them as much as the distance of a phone screen allowed, it still wasn't enough to swallow the hate comments.

But when it came to Y/N, more than half of the fandom turned against her. Maybe out of envy, but it was obvious that the girl didn't see it that way. She was convinced that they were right.

Her heart tightened as if someone was crushing it with their bare hands. The air seemed to escape her lungs, and the lunch she ate hours before seemed to want to go up her throat. Her fingers trembled as she held her stomach, feeling everything she had and didn't have there. Her eyes began to water, her lips quivering from the tears that wanted to escape.

Y/N quickly moved her finger to the back button, hoping to break out of the horrible cycle she was about to enter. A loud sob escaped her lips when, upon finally leaving the post, her feed reloaded, and a picture of a model that Y/N followed and admired appeared.

Comparison was her biggest enemy.

Negative thoughts about herself began to pollute her mind, everything around her becoming a fog. The sounds coming from the kitchen became muffled to her ears. Y/N's right hand - which was holding her phone - was gripping the device in such a way that her fingers turned white. Painful sobs escaped her mouth as her eyes remained fixed on the woman's perfect figure.

Why can't I be like her?

The longing for the sensations she felt when she starved hit her chest hard. The desire to want to be as thin as before - or more - filled her.

It didn't take long, and soon, the bedroom door was slowly opened, Matt's silhouette appearing behind it. His face was lit up with a smile - probably because of some joke his brothers made - while his right hand held a plate with two sandwiches.

His cheerful expression was replaced by a frown of concern. Matt quickly closed the door with his feet, walking towards the bed, haphazardly placing the plate on the nearest bedside table before sitting down on the mattress.

His hands flew to Y/N's waist, stopping over her own hand that was squeezing her skin with a force that was sure to leave it bruised.

The girl seemed to wake up from her trance, lifting her head and meeting Matt's calming - but worried - gaze. She cried harder as she imagined what her boyfriend would be thinking of her now.

Automatically, her mind started to play her current state, messy hair, swollen and red face, skin wet with tears, eyes half closed and mouth open, allowing sobs to escape from there.

"M-Matt-" Her sentence was cut off by a sob, her eyes closing tightly.

Matt took a deep breath, trying to process what to do next. His left hand - the one that didn't cover hers - slowly took the phone, taking it out of his girl's death grip. He glanced briefly at the screen, automatically understanding what was happening before locking it and putting the device aside.

He moved his body so that it was closer to hers, resting his hand on her spine and guiding her until she laid her head on his chest, caressing the area below his fingers.

Matt felt his heart break with every tremble that rocked the body beneath his caused by the sobs. If he could take that pain away from his girlfriend, he would.

"It's okay, baby, let it out. I'm right here." He cooed, his fingers caressed the tangled strands of her hair lightly, stroking the area while moving his upper body back and forth, slowly calming his girlfriend.

"Ma-Matty-" Y/N's voice was weak, wobbly from the pain in her heart.

Matt removed his hand from hers for a few seconds, stretching it to the bedside table - where the plate was -, taking the bottle of water that Y/N always filled before going to sleep. He opened the lid in one quick movement, bringing it close to his girl's face.

"Come on, my love. Sit down for a moment and take a sip of water. Please." The boy asked in a soft voice, helping Y/N straighten her posture before bringing the bottle closer to her lips, helping her take a few small sips of the contents.

He closed the bottle after making sure she was satisfied, placing it on the mattress before turning his attention to Y/N again. He brushed away the strands of hair from her face, tucking them behind her ear.

"What if they're right?" She asked in a whisper, catching her bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to keep from crying.

"No, they aren't." Matt's tone was convincing, as if he was absolutely sure of what he was saying. "You are not worse than others because of your weight. You look great as you are. Your body is perfect, do you know why? Because he's healthy enough to carry you around and take care of you." The boy held her hands lightly, stroking the back of her fingers gently as he looked into her eyes. "The recovery journey is not easy, I remember the words your psychologist said to me when we had that session together. I imagine your head when you see clothes getting tighter, and these comments certainly make you want to give up, I know you, baby."

He paused momentarily, watching her reactions carefully.

Y/N knew that, recovery was hard work. Not wanting to die was hard work.

"Recovery is not a race. You don't have to feel guilty about taking less or more time than you originally thought or having relapses from time to time. This is part of the process, and I want you to understand this. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life. When I look at the most beautiful things, I remember you. In the pink tulips of the flower shop across the street, in the Cassiopeia constellation, in the bees that fly in our garden and in the greenest tree I have ever seen." Y/N let out a tearful laugh when she heard him mention the tree, knowing his immense love for nature. "Because you're pretty like them."

"I-I'm sorry." The girl whispered, sniffling then lowering her gaze in shame. "I... I saw the photos that Nick posted, and there were comments..." She shook her head, closing her eyes tightly.

"Oh baby." He leaned slightly over Y/N, sealing his lips over her warm forehead. "If you want to apologize, let me do it. If you went through this now, it was because of me."

"No, Matt. It was never and will never be your fault." Y/N shook her head, wiping her eyes momentarily with the sleeve of her - his - hoodie, sniffling slightly before taking one of Matt's hands, intertwining their fingers. "You don't control people, much less through the internet. They will always talk a lot because they are behind a screen that protects them, but that will never be your fault. I would rather go through this a thousand times and have you with me than never have you again."

"I understand." He paused momentarily. "Please, don't let it get to that point again while you're alone. If you see something that upsets you or makes you feel bad, turn it off instantly and call me. I want to be there to help you. I want to be there for you." The brunette asked, staring at her eyes.

Y/N sighed, nodding her head and leaning slightly closer to him, resting her forehead on Matt's shoulder, exhaling the softening scent and perfume that exuded from the fabric of the hoddie on his body.

Her eyes burned from the tears she shed, closing them tightly to prevent more from falling, her heart still feeling sore from everything.

"If you want, we can contact that psychologist again, the one who helped you throughout the process at the hospital." Matt lowered his head, bringing his face closer to the back of Y/N's head, pressing his lips against his girl's hair, closing his eyes as he felt the warmth of her body close to his. "I want to attend some sessions just like we did last time, so I understand how I can help you this time."

Y/N felt her heart warm instantly, her free hand snaking to Matt's thigh closest to her, stroking the covered skin lightly.

"Okay."

Matt loved Y/N more than he loved himself, and he would make sure that she understood that she wasn't alone anymore.

© vanteguccir

[222strawberries]

WHAT A WEIGHT PLATEAU REALLY IS

a weight plateau happens due to metabolic adaptation; where you have been in a calorie deficit or doing extreme diets for months without breaks and your weight isn't going anywhere. this is your body's way of protecting you or conserving energy.

a weight plateau is not rare and can happen at any time, especially once your body adapts to a certain intake. but, if you are truly in a calorie deficit, you will lose fat even if the scale shows that you're maintaining your weight.

metabolic adaptation is only a temporary response, if you follow the things down below, you'll most likely see a change and your metabolism will start to improve (with time) !!!

some things you should check if you suspect you might've hit a plateau:

✿ your water intake ❀ some people confuse a weight plateau with water retention. it is EXTREMELY important to note that water retention CAN cause the scale to maintain and can cause you to look "bulky" or "fat". make sure you're staying hydrated and drinking at least 2-4 bottles of water daily !!! i promise there will be a major difference.

✿ start tracking your calories for a few days (if you haven't been doing that already) ❀ this one is obvious. but sometimes we're prone to underestimating our meals or forgetting things we've eaten throughout the day. sometimes it's just out of plain embarrassment, where we're too ashamed to write it down. but it is super important to document everything you've eaten, especially if it's to see if you're truly in a plateau or if it's just miscalculations. if you're not into calorie counting, then portion control can be a good alternative.

✿ start exercising ❀ it doesn't have to be anything extreme, just moving your body might help. it doesn't matter if you get 4k steps or do a 10 minute video, all movement is good movement and might help break your plateau.

✿ while on the topic of exercise, make sure the exercises that you're doing aren't causing muscle gain. ❀ i have pcos and it doesn't help that due to my genetics, i tend to build muscle extremely easily as well. when i do exercises like cycling or leg pilates or any exercise in general that engages one point of muscles too much, they start to appear bulky after a few days and the scale ends up maintaining or going up. i've learned that just walking at a moderate pace is what works best for me and ever since i stopped cycling, the scale started dropping and i've gotten skinnier. with that being said, find out if your exercises are the reason for the scale maintaining, pay close attention to measurements and/or before and after photos, and check for symptoms of pcos if you suspect you have it!

✿ if none of these are the culprit, then it's definitely time for a metabolism/refeed day (or week... or month) ❀ eat somewhere close to your maintenance (TDEE) for a few days and then after some time you can start restricting again… that way your weight on the scale will start dropping.

❀ if you want to avoid these plateaus in the future, it's important to implement at least 1 or 2 metabolism days a week AND follow everything that i mentioned before !!

❀ it should be noted that you do not have to have metabolism days, sometimes they work and sometimes they don't. it honestly just depends on the person. like for me, i've stayed around the same calorie intake since december 2024. i was steadily losing weight until one day the scale kept maintaining in february 2025 despite doing my workouts and being in my deficit. it was only until i started upping my water intake is when the scale started dropping again. i barely had to do any refeed days. however, this isn't guaranteed to work for another person. it all just depends on how your body reacts so do whatever works best for your body ♡

[inkskinned]

no, but really, we need to talk about the casual objectification that has become the fallback discourse of the internet: if you're pretty and dressed nicely, you're a slut. and if you're even vaguely outside of their body standard, you're fucking disgusting.

too-frequently, people position sex workers as being "the problem". they sneer you're addicted to pornography, you don't know what a real woman looks like. but real women are in pornography. the real bodies on display are not the issue here: the issue is that other people feel extremely confident when commenting on someone's physique.

2000's super-thin is slowly worming its way back into the public ideal. recently i saw someone get told to "go for a run", despite the fact she was on the thinner side of average. not that it would ever be appropriate to say that: but it's kind of like sticker shock when you see it. people think that is fat? holy shit. do they just have no idea about things?

but what are you going to do about it? that's the problem, right. because chances are - you're a normal person. we can say normalize carrying fat on your body, but we are not the billion-dollar diet industry. we are not the billion-dollar fashion industry. we are just, like. people. who are trying to make content on the internet, without being treated shittily.

as someone who has been on both sides of things: you are treated better when you are thin and pretty. this is statistically correct. i am not saying that you cannot be bullied for being thin; i'm saying there are objective institutional biases against certain bodytypes. there are videos of men and women who lost weight all saying: i now know for a fact exactly how much worse you're treated. in the comments, some asshole inevitably says something akin to you deserved to be dehumanized when you were fat.

which means that ... the easiest thing to do is be pretty and thin. it is the path of least resistance, because of course it is, because any time you post a picture of yourself without a thigh gap, someone immediately comments something like you need to try a diet.

the other half is also dehumanizing though, huh, just in a different way. when i put on makeup and nice clothes, i am told i slept my way to the top as a professional. do you know how many women in STEM have told me they purposefully dress to "unimpress" because they already struggle to be taken seriously and if they're ever considered pretty - it for some reason takes away from their authority.

so they make it seem like it's your fault. you, existing in a body - it's your fault! if you didn't want shitty comments, don't have a body. they position us against each other like chess pieces; vying for male attention we don't even need.

and i can be an authority on this unless you think i'm fat and unattractive. when i am pretty and thin, i'm an activist. when i am just a normal person who makes a good point: i am immediately dismissed. nobody fucking believes you if you're not seen as attractive. you literally lose value. you cease to exist.

but the whole time, it feels like - is anyone actually grounded the fuck in reality? the line of "pretty and thin" keeps shifting. nobody seems to understand what "a normal weight" even looks like, because it's not something that exists - you cannot tell a person's health by looking at their body. even if you think you could tell that, even if you're sure a person is dangerously overweight - people are not your dolls. they do not need to be dressed up or displayed properly to soothe your aesthetics. you aren't concerned for them, you're stealing their agency. you don't get to say if they're "allowed" to take pictures and post them on the internet - you don't get to tell them how to exist.

people hide behind "the obesity epidemic" without any actual qualifications. they crow things about "normalizing unhealthiness".

but it's bullshit. i have visible abs. there is a pair of parallel lines on my body, even when i'm relaxed; where my obliques meet my abdominal wall. i am proud of this because it means i'm strong, because i overcame an eating disorder only to be ripped as fuck. it is genetic and physical luck that i even get any definition, i'm pleased as punch.

but it does mean that my abdominal wall sticks out a little bit. the other day i posted a video of myself dancing, and, for a moment, my shirt slipped. you could see a little bit of my stomach. i was cartwheeling to the floor. moments before this, i'd had my foot over my head.

a guy slid into my DMs. a row of vomiting emojis prefaced: you should really lose some weight before you think about dancing.

i stared at it for a long time. there was a time when i would have been triggered by this, where it would have encouraged me to starve myself. i would have ignored the fact i'm flexible, agile, good at jumping: i would have lost the weight for a stranger's passing comment. i would have found myself and my body fucking disgusting.

and for what? to please what? because why? so that he can exist in this world without an unchallenged eyeball? what would my self-hatred even accomplish? usually i write paragraphs. obviously. on this particular occasion, in this body i've been at war with for ages: i just felt exhausted.

it shouldn't be even worth saying. it shouldn't be hard to explain. all of this emotional turmoil when he cannot even comprehend the most basic truth: i am not an object on display for him.

[thequietkid-moonie]

Can i request headcanons of Vil, Leona, jamim and malleis With a chubby S/O? I really love chubby reader content! But its okay if you can't do it, i see you're very busy with other requests so take your time!!!

Chubby S/O

[ HEADCANONS ] [ Vil, Leona, Jamil, Malleus ]

[ Twisted Wonderland ]

Chubby people gives the best hugs and you can't change my mind 🗣️🗣️ and im saying this from personal experience!!

Twst is one of those fandoms that i love so much that i feel unworthy of writing for it

Vil Schoenheit

Vil as an actor, a supermodel and the housewarden of the Pomefiore dorm, he is incredibly demanding of himself, he is used to be in the spotlight and what it comes with it, he knows how to act and be perfect and yet he will not demand the same level of perfection from his partner, he does expect of you to take care of yourself and your apparience but he won't be as demanding as he is with himself

Vil won't just go and play with someone's feeling for nothing, when he accepts to be in a relasionship is because he is completely sure of what he feels for you and because he is willing to go throught all that represents being in a relasionship, he loves you for who you are and he is respectful of you so the fact that you are chubby is not something that bothers him

Vil prefers to don't mention your weight, he doesn't know how you ended up winning that weight and, as far as he knows, this may as well be a aftereffect of a medical condition, so he won't mention it out of respect, also he would never dare to ask you to lose weight because of him, if that is going to happen is because is your personal goal and not because someone forced you to do it, only if is because you want to then he will offer his help (and if you don't want it he will still respect your choise)

Even so, as much as Vil respects you and your body he will end up trying to make you follow a diet, not so you lose weight but rather to make sure you eat healthy, again, he respects your body as it is and he loves you the way you are but he doesn't want happening that one day he gets to know that you are struggling with a sickness for having unhealthy habits that could have been avoided

Having a bad self-esteem when being Vil's partner is not allowed, he would boost your self-esteem and confidence even if it is indirectly, in a way to show love and support he will make sure to help you pick clothes where you can show off your beauty while also being comfortable, he will help to find just the perfect clothes that would make you look like a supermodel too and, again, he will never mention your chubby body as a problem, what kind of supermodel would he be if he can't find the perfect clothes for his lovely partner?

Vil is also the type to be incredibly protective of his partner, he doesn't understimate you in the slighlest but he won't let anyone talk ill about you either (at least with people he cross paths with in the school hallways or the staff from where he works, he knows that fighting on the internet is useless and he rather spend that time with you), he will quickly stand up for you and call out anyone who dares to say anything bad about you, and if they try to minimize yourself or even call you unworthy because you are chubby he takes it as personal offence and that person will have the scold of their lifes, Vil will scare the hell out of them without even sweat nor having to get physical

Over time Vil would just end up falling in love with your chubby body too, he is not the type to show much affection in public but indoors you would be able to catch him staring at you with a loving smile, he end up getting used to just caress your chubby cheeks with love and sometimes even squeeze them! (but thats saved for when he is being playful and teasing)

Leona Kingscholar

Leona is not the type to pay much attention to the apparience of others, he rather judge them by how annoying they are, still he would be lying if he says that you being chubby isn't something that have picked his interest a bit from the start

If Leona start a relasionship is because he is completely sure of what he feels, he doesn't have the intention nor the actual malice to play with someone's feeling, besides he rather take a nap than wasting his time with something like that, so when he starts a relasionship with you is because he knows that he loves you, that he is willing to actually be in a relasionship, and he leave it clear from the start, if not with words then with actions

In all honestly, Leona absolutely loves how chubby you are, he thinks you look adorable and being adorable means that he can tease you even more for that! And he doesn't even try to hide how much he loves it, he looks at you with a mix of amusment and love right before droping any teasing he can come up with, it just become his favorite thing to do (after napping, of course)

He is a bit mean sometimes, he likes to tell you that as chubby as you are it would be too dificult for you to survive in the wild, you know? But don't worry that pretty head of yours, you have him after all, he will take care of his little chubby hervivore

Leona grows incredibly used to be touching you, not in a way that would make you uncomfortable (he will even stops the moment he noticed he is actually making you uncomfortable and not just annoyed or flustered), he is constantly pinching your cheeks or putting his arms on your head or shoulders, but he is the only one allowed to tease you with how chubby you are, your friends and even Ruggie can go away with a warning if they dare to say any kind of joke about how chubby you are but anyone aside from them are taking a high risk, if they are (extremely) lucky they would be left with a warning

One thing is for sure and is that at some point you will become Leona's oficial pillow, he loves napping and at some point you will end up dragged to nap with him, it wasn't even intentional to fall sleep in top of you but he found you incredibly comfortable, so after that he will dragg you more often so he can lay his head in you (wherever you feel more comfortable, lap, stomach or chest) and take a good nap!

If you are insecure or even have self-esteem problems because of your chubby body he say that you are just overthinking or exaggerating, that you are perfectly fine the way you are, but even if he seem like he doesn't pay much attention to it he will try to find a way to help you feel more comfortable with yourself. In the contrary, if you are confident of yourself and even love your own body as it is Leona would find it amusing and incredibly attractive, he always laughs anytime you show off that confidence

Leona will never say something bad about your weight but if you want to lose weight he will be supportive, just in his own way, he doesn't show it directly nor at first but he will try to help you out and make sure you don't overdo with it just because you want to lose weight as quick as posible (and if he end up finding out that you want to lose weight because of someone's influence that person will have a chat with a really annoyed Leona)

Jamil Viper

For Jamil romance is dificult, because of his position as a servant and the constant reminder that he has to never be in the spotlight he has inmense problems to not only accept his feelings but also to be in a relasionship, still once he finally accepts it and becomes your boyfriend he will do everything in his power to be a good boyfriend

Jamil isn't exactly the type to judge anyone, he will never mention the fact that you are chubby unless you are the one bringing it up to the conversation, still over time he finds himself stealing glances towards you more often, discreetly looking at you and looking away before you even notice (because he would be too embarrased if you ever notice him), he isn't exactly proud of it but he can't help himself, overtime he have grown to love all of you, including your chubby body, wich he actually finds kinda adorable but, of course, he would never admit it out loud

One of the greatest ways Jamil has to show his love is by taking care of you, he is used to have to practically babysit Kalim but whenever he thinks of you, whenever he is wondering how are you doing and whenever he scold you for doing something reckless or neglecting yourself he does it from the heart, for once it isn't his job to do it, he does it because he wanted and thats end up making it something special

Again, Jamil won't say anything about you being chubby, he doesn't judge you nor thinks is something bad, so you will never heard a bad comment about it from him (unless, of course, is a joke or teasing that he is completely sure you won't mind) but if it is on you wanting to lose heigh then he would support you and help you do it if you want him to, he can help you with a diet and with training together

But, if is the case that you don't mind Jamil will end up spoiling you a bit, is something incredibly discreet, he just discreetly drop invitations to Scarabia to eat (specially when there are parties) and sometimes is even Kalim inviting you totally not because Jamil casually mentioned how much you like the dish he is making or how much you enjoy the parties, also there is the constant giving you the leftovers from the parties of your favorite dishes

If you are insecure about your body Jamil is always reasuring you, he is constantly telling you how beautiful you are and how you should love yourself just the way you are, that you should live comfortable in your own skin and don't worry about what other may say of you, he says it so serious and yet so casual but most of the time is because he wants to cover up how flustered he is by saying such things so directly, he is just not used to express himself so much nor directly (but if it is for you he will do it)

It would take a while but once Jamil grows comfortable in the relasionship he would become incredibly touchy, not in public because he doesn't want to attract attention but whenever is just the two of you he becomes quite clingy, he sits really close to you, sometimes relay his body on yours slighly or just cuddle you right away, no matter if he holds you in his arms or if he is in your arms, he will love it anyway

Malleus Draconia

Malleus is someone that when he falls in love he does it hard, he loves right and passionately, despite having troubles with relating to others the moment you two become a couple he promised to himself that he would cheerish you and protect you with his all

Malleus doesn't think anything bad about the fact that you are chubby, if something he finds himself a bit curious, he knows humans are more fragile and weak than faes so he finds himself wondering if being chubby makes you somehow stronger than regular humans or even more resistant, however he never really ask about it, he doesn't want to come across as rude or end up asking something he shouldn't

When he falls in love he loves you all, and saying that he doesn't mind at all the fact that you are quite chubby is a lie because in his mind being chubby is an adorable quirk of yours, something that make you more you, therefore is something that make you more lovable! He is waiting for the right moment to ask you permision to let you caress and maybe, just maybe, squeeze your adorable chubby cheeks

Chubby or not he loves you completely, Malleus is someone protective by nature so he will not allowed anyone to say anything bad about your apparience, for him you are perfect the way you are and is willing to defend you against anyone, still most of the time there is no need because if someone ever insult you it just take a glance to him for this person to apologize before running away, so, since he doesn't actually gets to directly defend you often he opts to comfort you instead (just forgive him if he come across as overprotective)

If you ever want to lose weight Malleus won't really understand much why since for him you are just perfect the way you are, but if this is what you wish then you have his full support, and if you want his help he will not hesitant on doing it. In the other side, if you are insecure (or even want to lose weight because of self-esteem problems) is something that will hit him hard, he doesn't want you to feel bad for being yourself but he doesn't know what to do to help you, so he would end up opting to express his love and the way he sees you, wich just lead him to call you beautiful in the most romantic and poetic way posible

There is a chance that Malleus end up comparing you with a Gargoyle because of how chubby you are, but he means it in the best way posible since the some have robust bodies to fulfill the role as guardians, so he end up relating that body type to strenght and bravery aside from beauty, and thats is what he sees on you (hopefuly you get what he means, otherwise he would not forgive himself for accidentally offended you)

Being in a relasionship is pretty much a learning process for Malleus, so he end up kinda following your lead, he adores the way you are, the way your body is, but he won't dare to touch you in any way unless he is completely sure you are completely fine with it (and he even ask for permision first), so things like physical affection had to be started by you, at least at first because he just grow to love it a bit too much, is just that you are so comfortable to hug that he kinda wants to do it again, and again, and again, if posible he wishes to don't let you go at least not for a few years