I'm not happy with my weight. I want to be fatter. This might sound a little strange, but being skinny is awful: I don't mean that I'm lean and muscular - I'm closer to a stick-figure.
I have a problem with my pancreas, which basically means that I cannot digest food without taking medication every time I eat. Popping twenty-two pills with each meal and gulping down water to stop myself from choking on them got to me over time, and I began to avoid eating in public or with friends because without the pills any food would go right through me!
I don't feel sexy and I want to feel sexy. I'm not short, I'm not bad-looking, but I'm going to have to fatten myself up over the winter; I've yet to find a decent guide to gaining weight (muscle AND fat) as quickly as possible - it's almost as if everyone wants to be slim, heh!
Maybe I could just mix syrup and ice-cream and garlic bread together, or whatever fatty messes I can find and gobble up without vomiting, 'cause I want to be plump. I want a round tummy, not a flat one.
I want an ass that the girls can SQUEEZE, know wha'm sayin'? Heheh.
All of you who hate the way you look, or don't feel hot because you're a little overweight? I would kill to be like you. Fat is not ugly. A little fat is damn sexy! I've always associated being extremely thin with terminal disease; the sorts of women you see on magazine covers are destroying themselves all to look disgustingly ill, which is a little sad to me, but it's fashion I suppose.
As an aside, if a girl's got a little extra weight I love it. Curvy women are the best, and they're usually full of personality and kindness, which is great.
I had a girlfriend who got a gastric-band. It's similar to a gastric bypass, but they basically squish your stomach into two and use a band filled with saline solution to hold it in place. You swallow food and it falls into the top bit, then falls through the tiny band and into your tiny new stomach, filling you up a lot quicker. She didn't need it; I loved her as she was. It didn't help that she accidentally tore the band and almost died, meaning they had to rush her into surgery and split her in half from sternum to her belly-button. It left a big, horrible scar down her front. I didn't mind much, 'cause she was almost dirty-hawt with long, flowing hair and a lovely smile and so-on, but she'd grown to hate her own body so much...
I wanted her to believe me, y'know? To make her understand that I wasn't lying to protect her feelings or some silly crap like that, and that I honestly found her beautiful. I don't think it got through.
Bit of a long post and I'm sorry for that. I was about to hit "Post" and I remembered that girl! But, oh my, I'd love some curves. At least then I'd have the opportunity to turn it into rock-hard muscle and have all the ladies squealing and stroking my bulging masculine abs.
