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Nothing compares to the feeling of being fat. To be able to look down at yourself, no matter where you are, and see a gelatinous mass of soft, squishy adipose. To feel the weight of an augmented belly as it sags over your pants, giving in to gravity after spending so long fighting it. To feel the constant jiggling of love handles with every movement. To have to put all your energy into every exhausting step you take as you waddle, rather than walk, the too-long distance from the bed to the recliner. To only just manage to squeeze your wide hips and backside into said recliner – never mind that it was the biggest they make. To hear the

I think, by this point, he’s well aware that ice cream is my biggest weakness. So when he saunters into the bedroom, in nothing but a pair of sweatpants he outgrew a month ago, bearing a couple gallons of cookie dough ice cream and a strawberry milkshake, I’m really not surprised. “Not tonight, babe,” I protest half-heartedly. “I’m really full.” It wasn’t a lie. Tuesday night was, as always, our date night. He’d treated me to an all-you-can-eat buffet, and I’d stuffed myself absolutely silly on burgers, pizza, chips, and plenty of dessert. By the end of the night my tight black dre