Many of you have wondered what she was up to when we took our hiatus. Iâll tell you what she was up to: eating. Sitting, lazing, and eating. From Thanksgiving through Christmas and the New Year just a focused, constant eating haze. The way she deals with stress is comfort food (I think she substitutes dealings with her emotions with shoving food in her mouth?) and between the stress we had and the onslaught of food and stress that comes with the holidays, she rarely wasnât chewing something. She was a spectacle, and by now, she is known and accepted as âthe fat oneâ. Families, friends, etc., she is âthe fat girl.â The one that eats the most. The one that wears clothes too small for her body. The fat one. The âsheâs gotten biggerâ convo for the gossip. She waddles her way around now like her belly owns the place. Iâve seen her bump people straight out of her way now. Once people accept you as the fat girl, there arenât many obstacles left which means, well, all the food you want. And my gf wanted it all. Long story short, hereâs a before and after of her trying on a nice dress I had found while I was cleaning. It used to cling tight to her body and end at her upper thighs. Now, well, you can see now. It hangs just over her belly button. Like a skirt. If you looked up her dress now, youâd see her belly button jutting out. Wild. Unrestricted gluttony will do this to a girl. It looks comical now. Read more