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Slim By Choice

I’ve often wondered — and I’m sure this one has puzzled you from time to time — why it is that, even here in the USA, there are still a goodly number of women who are not obese.  Next time you’re out in public or in a crowd, instead of hungrily feasting your eyes on all the magnificent fat chicks who are there to keep you entertained, look around and notice that there are actually women, out there for the whole world to see, who are genuinely slender (and when I say slender I’m talking about a BMI of 25 or even less!).  And I’m not talking one or two, here, I’m talking about a significant number of seriously slim women.

I know, I know.  It's not much as muffin tops go -- but I think it could be the start of something big!  Keep your fingers crossed...

I know, I know. It’s not much as muffin tops go — but I think it could be the start of something big! Keep your fingers crossed…

What’s up with slimness?  I mean, it’s not as if we’re hurting for food here in America.  You can hardly turn around without getting the chance to grab an armload of snacks .  Yummy, decadent, high calorie, fatty food, is absolutely everywhere.   Continue reading

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Way Out Weigh-In

What did I say last week?  Ahh, here’s the very quote: “I’m going to give you ‘site stats so you can chart the page visits here at Food Is Love and Fat Is Freedom.  Stats about me, and stats about the ‘site — and you’ll get an update every Tuesday!  How cool is that?”

This damn towel adds fifteen pounds. -- No! Twenty at least.

This damn towel adds fifteen pounds. — No! Twenty at least.

 

I thought you didn't have to worry about calories when you're on vacation.

I thought you didn’t have to worry about calories when you’re on vacation.

What was I thinking??

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Too Fat Tuesday

Numbers.  Have you ever considered how addicted we feeders are to numbers?  Well, I certainly am.  Talk about “objectifying” a woman!  When I meet a woman, particularly a fat woman, I behave like a gentleman.  “I love your scarf!”, “Where are you from?”, “Are you working now?”, “You like sports?”, “How about music?  What bands do you like?”  Blah Blah Blah

If I tell him I weigh 115, will he think 115 POUNDS?

If I tell him I weigh 115, will he think I mean 115 POUNDS?

What do I really want to know???  I’m glad you asked!

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Misunderstood and Maligned

I might have been born a feeder.  I can clearly remember, at the tender age of seven, getting a boner while watching a television depiction of a woman getting fat.  I didn’t realize, at first, what a weirdo that made me.  It wasn’t until later, when I was old enough to actually talk to other males about sex, that I learned how perverted my desires are.  Imagine me as a stupid kid, innocently mentioning the thrill I get whenever I hear about female weight gain.  Imagine the reaction I got from others!  I learned pretty fast that feederism is something you keep to yourself — a lesson which, unfortunately, only serves to sentence a young man to a life of isolation and shame.  It seems to me, looking back, that if I hadn’t been a feeder I might have been a happy, popular, sexually and emotional well adjusted person.  I might even have been able to have actual relationships with actual girls.

 

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Big-Kini Dreams

If I won the lottery or something; in other words, if I had money to burn, I’d open up an on-line store for women’s clothing and call it Big-Kini (or Bigkini) Fashions.  I suppose you can guess from the name (or from the fact that you read about Bigkini in a post on this blog!)  that our aim would be to provide fat girls with oodles and oodles of sexy and attractive clothes in larger sizes.  If we end up marketing a supply of clothes that well exceeds the demand, so be it.  The fantasy is that I’d have money to burn.  I wouldn’t have to worry about making a profit, so I could concentrate on what I really care about: which is the celebration (and promotion!) of female obesity.

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