Are you fat?
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Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, am I fat or am I ok? Bet you I have now you can find out!
Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, am I fat or am I ok? Bet you I have now you can find out!
Hiyaa my name is Ariel, I'm a female 14 year old 5 foot 4, 512 pound gainer, but I wasn't always fat. From the ages of 8-10 I was a popular, tall, skinny, 67 pound cheerleader and I hung out outside everyday with my 2 sisters and my brother and his friend after School until Bedtime, I share a California king sized bed with my 2 sisters. I was always called "perfect" but to me 67 pounds wasn't perfect or even close, to me what was perfect was being so fat you're immobile and I knew my mom wouldn't "let me" get that fat and then my perfect opportunity came when I got asthma that was so bad I could only walk a few feet before feeling like I was gonna faint, so I stopped cheerleading and stopped hanging out outside with my siblings and started binge watching TV and stuffing my face full of junk food everyday this was my dream. By the time I was 13 I was 323 pounds and that's when for some reason I was so fat I had to get my navel removed. my sisters found Out I was gaining weight on purpose and instead of telling mom and getting me in trouble they wanted to feed me, help me gain, go get food for me, cook, and they promised that they would somehow convince mom to let us eat whatever we want, but at the agreement that they could rub my belly, thighs, etc and feed me and feed me anything within reason and that they had power over what I eat, when I eat, and how much I eat, but it could only be larger than how much I eat now never smaller but I didn't care because all I wanted was to be bigger and this whole time I secretly wished someone would rub my belly as I got bigger so it went from 6 Meals a day to 8 to 12 to 16 plus cakes, ice cream, 2 liters etc and they did all they Promised so now I'm at 512 pounds, I'm so fat to the point my stretch marks bleed and I have to wear maternity clothes which maternity shirts don't even cover half my big fat belly (but 99% of the time I'm naked in my room stuffing my fat belly full while my sister's rub it) and in 12 days it's my birthday so for turning 15 my sister's are going to try to make me drink a full gallon of fudge after each of my 16 meals and add one meal each month.
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