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tryingtheirbestpoetry · 9 months

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or: a poem about how growing up fat fucks your brain up

#growing up fat #is a trip yall #poetry #original poem #my poetry #you don't escape growing up fat maybe ever and here's some words about that #internalized fatphobia #poems on tumblr

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scentedluminarysoul · 1 year

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"Why do you never do anything with your hair or wear nice clothes?"

Because i have always been fat. And whenever I did try to make my hair look nice, wear makeup, wear nice clothes, people ridiculed me for it. Mocked me. Tore me apart. Asked me if I thought that would do anything to make me more appealing.

People, btw, included my mother.

So then I stopped trying. Because what's the the point, right? But then people asked me why I didn't even try to make an effort.

You can't win as a fat person.

#cn fatphobia #fat #growing up fat

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ventaccounts · 1 year

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Tw

#tw ed rant #vent post #poem #growing up fat #feeling insecure

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the-one-who-died-at-the-end · 11 months

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So I'm fat, I've been fat for all my life, and do I love my body? MEH, I mean I don't hate it but I'm kinda neutral about it. Anyway, Being on my fifth journey to try and slim out because people are stressing me out, the paranoia about my body came back. (insert distopian smiley dance)

This morning I went shopping for sport bras and I was CONVINCED I was gonna hate it and start a spiral of self loathing that would end up with me a spoon and a jar of Nutella, but that... Didn't... Happen?

Like THIS THINGS ARE SO FLUTTERING OH MY GOD.

I literally feel like a goddes what's happening???

What is this fuckery??!!

#Sport bras are my new favourite things and I'm never taking them off #LIKE THEY'RE SUPPOSE TO STICK TO YOUR BODY HOW IS THAT THEY MAKE ME FEEL SO WELL #I need answers #A people to stop yelling me to do sport #Expecially that #And a hug possibly #Fat #Actually fat #Fat life #Growing up fat #overweight #Sport #Bras #Sport bras #Just my rant that nobady asked for

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growing-up-fat · 2 years

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Growing up fat will have you feeling guilty or inferior about stupid things like being able to finish a pizza on your own or not starving yourself when stressed or being able to eat when sick.

#growing up fat #inferior #stupid #guilty #annoying #hungry #stress eating #stress starving #pizza #whole pizza #food #fat #frustrating

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fakeboitherottengirl · 1 year

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Did any other people who grew up fat as teenagers have an aversion to shopping in plus size stores/crammed themselves into the smallest size possible (which was oaky in the day because that was the scene kid look)/refused to wear loose or stretchy fabrics/refuse to wear elastic because if you did any of those things people might find out the horrible secret that you were actually fat?

#growing up fat #fatphobia

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invasive-flora · 2 years

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A Little Too Big

Nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and nothing and

Oh god I am nothing

Strange creature

Uncategorized

Come one come all

To see this marvel of the [un]natural world

Neither God nor science can

Characterize or quantify

Who built me

Who is to blame

For this monster who walks the earth

Taking up so much space

How can something that is nothing

Take up so much room

Filling up the void I create

Begging

Love me Love me Love me

Love What?

Love Who?

God, this void that settled in the space next to me is so needy

The room it takes up with its impossible, eternal, hungry form

I was using that to store my old shoes

Please make it stop looking at me

Yes, I gazed into the abyss once or twice,

But I had hoped it would stop gazing back by now

Eyes so wide

So hungry

I think perhaps the black hole in my back room

And I

Should see other people

It’s a little too much,

All this nothingness

You’re a little too big

To fit in my life

#tw weight #tw dysmorphia #tw dysphoria #growing up fat #growing up ugly #trans #fat and trans #fat and queer #queer poetry #queer poets #queer irish poets #god i love tags #im tired #poetry #its MY blog i get to pick the shitpost

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girl--help · 2 years

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Hey people who have had a messed up body image specifically growing up fat and then, later being transmasculine, how were you able to tell between wanting to be thinner and wanting to be more masculine? Genuine question because I genuinely can't tell if I want to look like skinny guys because theyre skinny or because theyre guys or both?? A lot of skinny traits are also masculine traits and vice versa. Um. Help. I don't have a way to know if I can disconnect the two in my head because I've never been thin and I can't try being a guy

#tw weight #weight discussion #growing up fat #gender identity #gender questioning #transgender #idk im just putting tags on this #hrm

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abyssal-ambience · 9 months

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CW: body talk

tell me why i assume any fat AFAB i know starved themselves? like, im right most of the time too. maybe if i wasn't stressed all the time i would be less insulin resistant?? learning to listen to my body took like most of high school. i didn't know what it felt like to not be hungry for a very long time. i grew up upper middle class, we had plenty of food. but i went to bed fucking hungry.

#growing up fat

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mrjgain · 1 month

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Buffet date anyone🥴?

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blake-allykat · 2 years

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Watched the new Disney short "Reflect"

As someone who has been fat for as long as I can remember, I was excited to see a fat person as the main character. She reminds me so much of me as a child. I think the short could have used a bit more of...something to really get the message across. But I still liked it. And in honour of it, I want to share a piece I wrote in my university writing course. I wrote a whole series called "Growing Up Fat" based on my personal experiences. This one is about my experience trying to learn ballet.

Ballet

“You look beautiful honey.” Mom rests her chin on my head and looks at me in the mirror. “Absolutely beautiful.”

I giggle and shake my head, throwing her off. “Thanks Mommy.” I spin around in a circle, my skirt flaring out with the motion. I finally come to a stop, my stocking- covered feet sliding on the linoleum. Mom catches me before I can fall and pushes my hair back up into its bun.

“Come on. We’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”

I slide on a pair of black Mary Janes and slip into a fluffy winter coat. Clutching my ballet slippers to my chest I follow Mom out to the car.

I bounce in my seat, excitement about my first ballet lesson keeping me from sitting still. I pick at my pale, pastel pink tights, twisting the pale, pastel pink skirt in my tiny hands. A few strands of hair escape the pale, pastel pink hair elastic and I suck them into my mouth, chewing on the ends.

As mom drives me to the sports club where the dance lessons would be, I ramble off everything I’m hoping to do in class. Mom just laughs as I gesture frantically and tries to keep her eyes on the road. Ten minutes later we arrive. She helps me out of the car and grabs my hand. We walk into the club, check in with the front desk and find our way up to the dance studio.

The studio is blinding. A wall of mirrors across from the door reflects light off equally reflective hardwood floors. A small black stereo sits on the floor at the front of the room, the cord running along the baseboards to a plug in the corner. On one side of the room are five other girls, all my age.

I clutch Mom’s leg in fear. They all look so pretty in their leotards. They’re so skinny. I cross my arms over my stomach, covering the bulging fabric. None of the other girls have that bulge.

“Go on honey.” Mom pushes me towards the girls. “Go make friends.”

I’m left standing alone as Mom leaves to talk to the instructor at the front of the studio. I tug my skirt down, trying to cover my thick thighs. I suck in my stomach and shuffle over to the girls. They giggle as I get closer.

One of the girls comes up to greet me. She tosses her head, a light brown pony tail bouncing on her head. “Hi. I’m Mel. Who’re you.”

“Allison.” I murmur. I look up and give her a small smile.

“Allison?” She looks over her shoulder at the other girls and laughs. She looks back at me. “Nice to meet you, Allison. Are you going to be joining our class, Allison?”

I nod slowly. Mel looks at the other girls again and laughs. “Well, we’ll have to keep you in the back or else no one will be able to see us around you.”

“What?”

The girls giggle. “Nothing, Allison.”

“Girls.” The instructor calls us to the front of the studio. “Time for warm-ups. Left leg up. And jump.” She demonstrates, hopping on her right leg.

We jump once. Mel falls down. The other girls follow her. “Teacher! Teacher! The floor’s shaking! Some fat kid is jumping.”

My lip trembles. I look at the instructor. She ignores me. “Get up girls. Keep jumping.”

The other girls climb to their feet. Mel smirks at me and starts hopping. The other girls ignore me when I join.

The instructor tells us to line up. The other girls push me to the front. The instructor demonstrates a plie and tells us to mimic her. As I bend down, Mel shouts out behind me.

“Teacher! I can’t see. Some fat kid’s in the way.”

I feel my eyes burn. I look up at the instructor. She looks me straight at me. “Allison, move to the back so the others can see.”

Tears start to roll down my face. I sniffle and run to the back of the studio. I slide down the wall and curl up. I keep crying even as the instructor orders me back in line.

“Get back here Allison. I don’t have time for you to cry over nothing.”

“Yeah, Allison. Don’t be such a cry baby. You’ll never be a real ballerina like that.”

She’s right. I’m never going to be a real ballerina. I’m just fooling myself. I cry too much to be a real ballerina. I’m too fat to be a real ballerina.

“Allison, if you don’t come back right now, you’re going to have to sit out for the rest of class.” The instructor puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. The other girls point and me and laugh. They whisper to each other and laugh more. I press my head into my knees and I cry.

An hour later the lesson finally finishes. Parents come into the studio to pick up their daughters. I hear whistling down the hall and my head shoots up. Mom walks into the studio, a huge smile on her face. Her smile vanishes when she sees me.

I run over to Mom. I wrap my arms around her legs, bury my head in her skirt and sob.

“What happened?” I hear Mom ask the instructor.

“I don’t think this is going to work out.” The instructor walks over and puts her hand on my shoulder. I flinch away. “Allison doesn’t seem to get along with the other girls.”

I can still hear them laughing behind me. Mom bends down and picks me up. I wrap around her neck and soak her shoulder with tears. Mom pets my hair. “I’m sure Allison isn’t the problem.” She spins around and marches out of the room.

Mom takes me to an empty bathroom in the back of the building. She sits me on the counter. She pulls out a Kleenex and dabs at my face. “You alright honey?”

I shake my head.

“You want to talk about it?”

I shake my head.

Mom sighs and walks over to the garbage to throw out the Kleenex. I stare down at my hands on my lap. I clench my skirt in my fists. With a cry I jump down and tear the skirt off. I yank on my hair and pull some out along with the elastics. I throw the bobby pins onto the floor and tug at my leotard. I smash it into the floor with the skirt and stand there in only my underwear.

“I hate them!” I yell. “I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.” I stomp on the ballet clothes on the floor. “I don’t want to be like them. I hate them! They’re horrible! I hate them!”

Mom wraps me up in her coat and lets me punch at her. She picks me up and holds me close, petting my hair as I scream and cry. She tucks my head under her chin and carries me out to the car, leaving the pale, pastel pink ballet uniform in a pile on the bathroom floor.

#reflect #my writing #growing up fat #tw: bullying #tw: body image

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gravobs · 6 months

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I bet you spend your days lazing around snacking all day! And you wonder how you got so fat haha 😜

Read this while snacking on the couch. Looked down to see my stomach hanging out. You might be on to something. 😳

What would you do if you walked in on this?

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ventaccounts · 2 years

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In honor of Homecoming

#growing up fat #rant post #vent post #possibly triggering

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hohhie · 19 days

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trust me baby… 🥞🎂

I really don't want to hurt you, I just want you to gain some weight… I can make tasty pancakes and cakes, I hope you try them all, otherwise I'll be offended. I will caress you and treat you tenderly if you are obedient… after a month spent with me, I think you will already have to change your clothes… your tummy will still fall out from under all your T-shirts, isn’t it wonderful?

#fat belly #fatty #chubby #fat boy #fat girl #chubbiness #cute belly #fatter and fatter #feedee feeder #feedee belly #growing up #fat piggy #overweight #fat #sexy belly

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growing-up-fat · 1 year

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Not ordering dessert because no one else is, even though you really really want to

#growing up fat #fat #food #hungry #yum #dessert #pudding #tiramisu #creme brûlée #ice cream #milkshake #fatty #pig #fatass #sad #disappointed

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growbrogains · 26 days

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Biggest ever and still want more. 🤤

#weight gain #male feedee #exjock #belly #getting fatter #growing belly #fat gainer #make me fatter #fatten me up #gay gainer

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