lunafeeder:

no, that shirt doesn’t fit anymore. don’t lie to yourself. just because you can squeeze your huge gut into it, pulling the poor fabric taut, doesn’t mean you should wear it. if you do, you know that no one will be able to hold eye contact with you for more than a few seconds before their eyes drift to your softening, jiggly body. how can you still deny it? your jeans leave red imprints underneath your belly hang when you take them off- they don’t come close to buttoning up over your fat. weren’t these loose on you at one point? your arms don’t rest comfortably at your sides anymore. i can see each step is more and more strenuous, and you’ve even begun to waddle to support the immense weight collecting around your midsection. every time you sit your thighs spill out into each other and hang off of the chair. don’t kid yourself. you’re fat, chubby, obese, overweight. whatever you want to call it to make yourself feel better. but you can’t sit there and deny it anymore. and you know it.