#fat kid

[roundingbelly23]

Doing a chug late at night made me real gassy the next morning🫣

[chubbybritishteen]

Been a while, got fatter

[filled-with-fat]

Outsized everything

Dylan knew he was getting a bit porky when pulling his shorts over his ass was becoming a struggle and his belly would edge its way out of his tshirts. Surprisingly, none of this caused him alarm, in fact Dylan didnt even think once about why he was starting to put on weight, like most teens Dylan was oblivious to an obesity epidemic sweeping across America: he just like food 🤷.

At aged 14, Dylan weighed a monstrous 390lbs. He was among the fattest in his year and the whole school. In the classroom Dylan’s mind was rarely focused on learning, he would dream of calorific foods and cool sugary drinks, the warm feeling he gets in his belly from feeding himself and the heavyness of his body from being stuffed. Dylan’s favourite time of the school day was lunch. He would waddle his way past all the others in the corridor as they rushed to the canteen. Always first in line, Dylan would hold the queue up for minutes as he piled his platessz high with the greasy junk food the school served: pork, beef burgers, fried chicken, cookies, doughnuts, Ice-creams, fries and several bags of chips were all occupants of Dylan’s tray. He would make his way to the year groups’ table and begin the struggle of fitting his girth into the seat, then it was time to eat. Dylan spends the whole lunch hour eating, going up for seconds, and stripping the canteen of all its snacks for him to eat later. And it’s this routine, he repeats daily, that makes him such a gluttonous king. His belly protrudes his t-shirts and flans nicely, thickly, like a ice cream whip, a pile of blubber, a hot sagging fuck, his arms encompassed with fat, his dumpy fingers symbolic of obesity, his fat ass, the laughing stock of the school at his two outsized but cheeks, bursting through pants, butcrack unable to be concealed, legs burdened with fat and stretch marks, face round and red with exhaustion. Dylan is obese, his doctor warns him regularly of the health risks of someone his size, he does not listen, Dylan doesn’t care, he just wants to eat: why should diabetes stop him doing what he finds the most pleasure in?

[babiedeer]

I've lost over 20 pounds since I bought these jeans.

I want to lose 6 more at least by new years.

[lostsoulsandmutineers]

Feeling like a fat kid in middle school again

[linaana]

born to have a summer body forced to be a winter rexie

[fattestdumpling]

4 am in the morning. You heartbroken and depressed are staying at the middle of the room doing your 10 biceps reps with your backpack 🎒 in your hands for weights.

Love you

[thewomanintheshadow]

My biggest obstacle in life

I have to confess I have a problem. I don't know if it's a lack of discipline or just a compulsive behaviour that I can't control it but it's a big problem for me. It's like a cycle and even though sometimes I manage to fight it, other times I just give in to it.....Mental Cravings. I have been binge eating for the past 17 years of my life.

Growing up, I had a very loving mother who cooked delicious food for the whole family. The last memories I have of being skinny was when I was about 5-6 years old. I remember afterwards, I started gaining wait consistently.

Weight has always been discussed in my family and even from a very young age everybody would comment on how perfect I was in every way except when it came to my body weight. My mom had issues with her pregnancies when she was younger and after her last pregnancy she gained a massive amount of weight. I knew that she was struggling and it did affect her confidence since she used to be very beautify and quite the skinny looking model in her early 20s before she started having children. However, after gaining weight, I feel like she lost the confidence she used to have and to an extent she projected that on to me. My mother consistently reminded me of how awful it is to be fat and that it's very important for a girl to be thin because that way you are the most beautiful and the most successful woman. I mean.....even till this day I do agree with her and she was always right but at the time hearing her say that consistently was so annoying. She would consistently compare me to my skinny cousins or celebrities or actresses in American movies and would make comments such as "you are so much beautiful than them, they are only pretty because they are skinny".

Food had always been an issue for me since the beginning of my teenage hood and as far as I can remember I have laid on my pillow every night and thought about how I was gonna wake up and "go on a diet" the next day. Back in the early 2000s, the skinny models on Tv were the ideal beauty goddesses. Sometimes, these beautiful models and actresses were interviewed on their diet and would make comments such as "I only eat salads" or "I only eat one banana till the evening" or "I diet until I have lost all the weight". My mom would hear these and would look at me and say "see, these people don't eat as much, thats why they are so skinny". My father was the worst because he would consistently make comments about my body and how I should be eating less or lose weight. I always knew that they were just trying to help me but I think that was the beginning of my yoyo dieting journey.

Yoyo dieting started for me at an early stage of life. I would watch these beautiful girls in the movies such as Kristen Stewarts and Nina Dobrev and just fantasize about having their bodies. I would actually fantasize and visualize looking like a girl who had an hour glass figure and long straight blow-blowdryed soft hair. My hair was black, short and curly and I did not appreciate it. That was also the beginning of social media when my dad brought a laptop home and introduced me to the world of internet back in early 2010s. I quickly became introduced to the world of YouTube and started searching for videos such as "How to lose weight fast" to see if I could find a solution to my big problem. Deep down I was so tired and frustrated and just hated my body. I noticed from a very young age that my hips was much wider than the typically beautiful hour glass figure. Later I found out that I had an apple shaped figure.

Eventually after years of yoyo dieting, occasionally going to bed hungry not having dinner because "feeling full = feeling fatness" I developed a bigger problem with food and my habits in general. When I started exercising, I developed a huge unrealistic expectation that I was going to become skinning just within a matter of 2 months. Spoiler alert! it did not work like that. Even though I was exercising, I was still eating high calorie foods that where not "processed" or "fast food" but still did not help me lose weight. I became more and more frustrated and more desperate with time. I would concisely diet for weeks, and then binge eat and fall into my previous habits. This habits carried on for years. I thinking the last time I was 55 kgs was when I was in fourth grade where I was disgusting weight with a girl my age and she said "I weight 45 kgs " and I said "me too". Later I found out that I actually weighed 10 kilos extra than what she weighed. I started losing more and more confidence and I need that affected my ability to connect with people or having any true socializing skills. I hid myself in my room and started watching YouTube videos as my form of coping mechanism. I didn't even want to study anymore because I lost all motivation. I was also living in country/city at that time where if I wanted to go to the park, my mom had to drive 40 minutes until we reached the park. I could not even go outside and play by myself in the streets because it was not appropriate for a girl nor was it safe. If I wanted to go jogging outside, cars would actually stop and people would harass/talk to you. So....my life became YouTube. My screen time increased and I spent hours on my desk trying to fantasize about a world I did not have access to at the time.

[thisismylens]

Justice for Augustus

“Gluttony

1: excess in eating or drinking

2: greedy or excessive indulgence”

One of the Seven Deadly Sins, Gluttony represents overindulgence and consumption. Gluttony is hoarding resources for oneself to the detriment of others. It’s closely associated with Greed.

In a more literal sense, Gluttony refers to overeating, and all images of Gluttony are.. incredibly unkind to those of us who are fat and live in a world that sees us as people who are lazy, who lack self-discipline, and are generally burdensome eyesores. Fatness has been used symbolically in images and illustrations to represent wealthy and powerful figures of controversy, ‘fat-cats’ who abuse their power in order to hoard material and symbolic assets.

In the time of the Donald Trump presidency, of all the things one could mock him for, jokes about his fatness were everywhere. Trump served as the proverbial Gluttony figure of that time, the anti-fatness lightly coated in a façade of commentary.

Imagine seeing your body represented on a magazine cover, except when you look closer, it’s portrayed for disgust or as a warning. They say, “you don’t want to be like this, and you should be ashamed if you are.” If I never see another health magazine cover with an image of someone looking down at their large belly, toes on a scale peeking up at the numbers scroll wildly, it will still be too soon.

Over the years, I have struggled with my body image. I was raised in the 90’s, a chubby, cherub-esque child who simply existed. By the time I was in Kindergarten, I became very aware that something was wrong with me. “What did you do over summer? Go to fat camp?” said a little asshole kid – whose name I still remember, by the way.

This was not made easier by my Mom, who grew tired of my adorableness when I turned six, and immediately jumped on the fad diet bandwagon, determined to get me to be a normal, acceptable size that would not make her look like a neglectful parent. Fad diets were my life for twenty-three years, up and down my weight yo-yoed constantly. I went from starvation diets to protein heavy diets, to supplements and cleanses, and, of course, prescription intervention. I learned early to think about certain foods as good or bad, and often snuck and hid food from my Mom to avoid chastising and the sound of her red pen on a notebook page, tracking my every calorie.

I had parties and get togethers with friends a lot as a kid, not only because I was lonely and wanted company, but because my parents would go out of the way to make the party exciting for others, by getting the best junk food and snacks. It was a prime opportunity to sneak and hide things I was otherwise forbidden to have much of. There were times I ate out of the garbage, or kept perishable food in unsafe conditions to make it last.

Disordered eating has a varied history, where those who become too thin are victims and those who become too big are irresponsible. So here we are, The Fats ™, destined to become life lessons for other people. You don’t want to be like us.

This past week, I have been thinking about this more than I had in a few years. For Halloween, my office decided to turn our space into Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory – which, great in theory, challenging in practice. The room itself was exhausting, but turned out well and rewarding. The on theme costumes that followed were the issue.

Early on, we had enough people committing to being the main character group, of which was left none other than Augustus Gloop.

“Augustus Gloop, Augustus Gloop, you dirty, greedy nincompoop..”

At first, I volunteered, mostly thinking it would be hilarious to do the version from the 1971 Gene Wilder film so I could wear lederhosen. But, as time drew nearer and nearer, and grocery costs shot upward, I found less reason to buy something I would only wear once. Instead, I decided to do the 2005 version – a striped turtleneck and cuffed jeans. Simple enough, right?

I kept putting it off, finding reasons to not yet invest in a costume until a week and a half before Halloween. When I started looking, and nothing by that description could be found in my size, with the exception of a $50 top from one of the over-priced plus sized brands that is actually fast fashion. (You know the one.) Of course, I wasn’t going to buy that. I also didn’t want to paint a plain turtleneck – I couldn’t find any in my size, but even if I could have, I fucking hate the feeling of turtlenecks. I had accepted defeat – rather graciously – and was prepared to throw together another costume, something I was actually passionate about.

The whole purpose of this theme idea was to fulfill a plan created by a coworker that was meant to happen during covid. This is to be her last year before retirement and she’s dealing with some difficult life situations. When I told her I wasn’t going to be on theme, I could see the disappointment on her face. This is a coworker I’ve grown very fond of, and knowing this was her last big Halloween office throwdown, I decided to suck it up and do what I could.

I wore a striped t-shirt (though not the right colors) and jeans. The shirt was slightly too short for my torso, and a bit of my tummy showed. Since the outfit wasn’t accurate, I went all on in commitment, covering my entire head in chocolate brown paint, making little drip streaks on my neck and face.

Dressing up is something I always love to do, but I just wasn’t quite feeling this one. Was it because it was 6am and I was covered in painter-grade acrylic paint instead of makeup? Maybe, but even my partner noted I looked uncharacteristically unenthused. I didn’t read too much into it, noting it had already been a busy week at work.

At first, I was really enjoying the reactions I got from people, even though I had to explain who I was multiple times. I think at one point I got tired of explaining and simply said, ‘the fat kid who gets stuck in the pipe.’ The more eyes were on me, as the painted head did make me quite striking, the more I felt uncomfortable in the shirt I was wearing, showing a bit of my fleshy, squishy belly. I was also suddenly aware of how much space my body takes up.

At some point around mid-day, I realized I was dressed as the personification of fat stereotypes – a character with no real redeeming traits, simply existing as a short-lived fat joke and an attempt at a lesson for children. Augustus Gloop represents Gluttony, overindulgence, greed, stupidity and clumsiness.

“If you are wise, you'll listen to me. What do you get when you guzzle down sweets? Eating as much as an elephant eats. What are you at getting terribly fat? What do you think will come of that?”

People who worked in my building and recognized the character sang the movie songs at me, and laughed at how funny they were. I also won the award for the funniest costume – the judges cited my commitment.

“I don’t like the look of it.”

As soon as the events were over, I peeled every bit of that paint off my head, leaving a little trail of flakes all over my office desk and down the hall into the women’s room. With it went some of my eyebrows, but I didn’t care. I needed to get it off. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I needed to sweat and this plastic, constrictive substance was preventing me from doing that.

I began to worry people would see me as this gross charicature of fat people, and I walked back to my desk with my hand holding my shirt down.

Augustus Gloop is meant to be a nine-year-old boy. A nine-year-old! He is held personally and fully responsible for his eating habits, his greed, and his clumsiness that causes him to fall in the river of chocolate. His punishment is not just getting stuck in a pipe, fully on display for everyone to see him while Oompa-Loompas sing about his fatness, his life is being threatened by the possibility of what happens where the pipe goes.

A subtle reminder that this is a child being treated this way. Not his parents, but him as a person.

As a kid, it always disturbed me that we didn’t get to see the other kids come out of the factory at the end.

“I don’t like the look of it.”

In my mind, Augustus did nothing wrong. I feel sorry for Augustus. He isn’t given a personality, but is still treated as having enough agency to be punished for his actions, which likely correlates to how his parents influenced him. He exists for the joke and as a morality lesson. That poor kid never stood a chance.

It was a heavy day for me, but god I’m glad it’s over.

[jade-gamer]

Anywhere USA (Remix Jade)

[freed00m]

POV: u were fat ur whole life, and now it doesn't matter how hard u try, u will never loose ur belly fat

[euesworld]

"I could gorge myself on your love until my heart is as big and fat as a sow pig.."

I am a fat sweaty Betty for your love, haha - eUë

[takunwilliams]

cartman Jesus 

[raichufan86]

Fat kids on the run, I redraw a scene from alien hominid, this scene is the ending where the kids drives away from the military soldiers 

[tattoorue]

[linaana]

“ur not even that fat”

MOTIVATION AT ITS FINEST