Magic Mirror"Am I a bit bigger now?" I ask my new mirror.I had just won it in a mystery Auction. A magic mirror that show and or tell you what you want to know. But stupid as I was, the first question I asked was, "Do I look healthy?""Oh No….," The Mirror reply. " You are so terribly skinny. You must eat more." It had even shown me how skinny I was. So thin, you could practically play the Xylophones on my ribs. I could almost be Jack Skellington's sister.And so, I ate and ate and ate. I am was so sure that the pants that I once wore were a size 8, not a Size 4. I couldn't help but know that something was wrong.One day, I looked up my mirr...
I can't help but feel like I had lost my way of life ever I had survived the accident that had broken both of my legs and left me with amnsiea. The hospital was nice enough to find me a care taker, who later became my keeper.Oh yes... lunch time!I couldn't help but look at the lunch that my caretaker made for me."Here's a snack to tide you over til luch time. See you later Tubby'" My caretaker said as they gave my large blob of a stomach a rub before walking out of the apartment.This so-called "snack" was enough to feed 5 small families and just enough leftovers for a midnight snack.I could have left. Should have left but I think I miss...
Magic Mirror"Am I a bit bigger now?" I ask my new mirror.I had just won it in a mystery Auction. A magic mirror that show and or tell you what you want to know. But stupid as I was, the first question I asked was, "Do I look healthy?""Oh No….," The Mirror reply. " You are so terribly skinny. You must eat more." It had even shown me how skinny I was. So thin, you could practically play the Xylophones on my ribs. I could almost be Jack Skellington's sister.And so, I ate and ate and ate. I am was so sure that the pants that I once wore were a size 8, not a Size 4. I couldn't help but know that something was wrong.One day, I looked up my mirr...
I can't help but feel like I had lost my way of life ever I had survived the accident that had broken both of my legs and left me with amnsiea. The hospital was nice enough to find me a care taker, who later became my keeper.Oh yes... lunch time!I couldn't help but look at the lunch that my caretaker made for me."Here's a snack to tide you over til luch time. See you later Tubby'" My caretaker said as they gave my large blob of a stomach a rub before walking out of the apartment.This so-called "snack" was enough to feed 5 small families and just enough leftovers for a midnight snack.I could have left. Should have left but I think I miss...
It’s been said that the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Brent’s journey felt like it was starting with a thousand-mile walk. At 500lbs, any amount of walking felt like an eternity, and that was why he was determined to lose weight. This was his first trip to the grocery store in a long time. At 19 years old, he had only ever really ordered delivery, and it showed. He had to tuck his enormous gut into his sweatpants, otherwise it would peak out under his hoodie. His blonde hair was clean but unkempt and uncut. He had to push it out of his blue eyes while waddling up to the storefront.
Brent had always been the fat kid and living on his own with a work from home job at an investment firm had made it easier to indulge the bad habits that made him so big. But it was time for that to change. He was going to be more active, eat healthier, and then once he had gotten in shape, he would find the man of his dreams. It’s not like anyone would want to be with a barely
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Hello everyone. Just recently I had just got out of depression and just in time for the holidays.Life can be a pain and can effect everyone in different way. One of the worse one is depression. Long story short. Depression is a bitch and difficult to get out of. I just am glad to say that I am glad to be alive and it is glad to have friends & family to help me out. Even though some family issues are still out there, I am just glad to be still around.On a lighter note, I do have a confession to make. Like many people, I have some secrets that may or may not offend a lot of people. Especially on deviant art.1st off I am envious of chubby peo...
I am still working at Walmart but don't seem to mind.Life is trying to bury me in lemons, so I am still hanging in there.Manage to get a working computer, only to find out that it has over 45 Trojans!Oh well, I just got to keep smiling and have some art!Just need to find a way to find them under ALL THESE FREAKING LEMONS! And me without my lemonade kit....AGAIN!