Today I was wearing my black trousers and it felt oddly satisfying knowing I was having a little difficulty zipping them up on the side...

And when the zip was down my small handles were so soft 🥺. I can't wait until I'm able to escape my controlling and toxic family, not gonna lie; they wouldn't be accepting- or even tolerant- of what I wish I could do- to pile on weight and be fed.

It used to frighten me, the concept of gaining weight and being fat... but recently, having returned to the community of feederism and finding out more about it, I really wanna try it. If i don't end up liking it I would be able to lose the weight with dedication. But here, in this family- in this life- it's hard. I can't even have my own opinions, on any subject, without being shouted at, guilt tripped or outright rejected.

Once I'm able to leave here forever, I'm bent on the idea on trying it and to meet like minded people ☺️.