Rebuilding Megan: The Blog of Megan Waters

July 4th 2020

Everyone pigs out on the Forth of July, right?

Honestly it seems like I don't need very many excuses now to be a glutton.

Fuck it!

I'll diet after when all this is over. Until then I'll just eat what I want, when I want. And apparently what I want have been chicken wings, Buffalo Wild Wings seem to be collecting up.

I should reaally start cleaning all these bags up, but I'll be honest: I'm lazy.

It's so tiring to move up and down and bend and crouch, my big belly strains my back a lot. I'm starting to have some lower back pain, this hanging sack of fat girl blubber. Not only that I get out of breath like crazy and takes me a good while to recover.  

Not only that any sort of exercise makes me sweat like a pig and if I forget my deodorant oooh boy do I stink! Stink stink stink! Again, I know, gross Megan, but like I said I like to share everything on my blog.

All these problems are getting worse because I KNOW I've gained weight. Like, a lot of it. The scale's under sink in the bathroom though. I'm way too scared to step on it. But I know I gained.

Stretch marks don't lie.

These "feeders" are going to kill me.

Yeah, I'm still going out and picking up these fat girl lovers. Or really I should just say fat lovers. They love fat, they love my fat. They love the cellulite on my ass and my huge double chin. But these feeders man. All our dates revolve around eating. It's not like I'm complaining about free food, but it's knowing they want me fatter that's such a weird thing.

Oh, fetishists are weird? Who woulda guessed?

Look, I've got to make it clear: I DON'T WANT TO GET FATTER!

I'm already too big, my double chin could probably feed a starving family. I want to be skinny again, I want to wear cute clothes, I want to take out the trash without it leaving me a wheeing mess. I want to be me again, that's why it's called Rebuilding Megan.

Still, the sex is nice. Even if I just become an object. Like, fetishizing is essentially the same as objectifying. The object of desire is my lard. I like the ones who say they like some meat on the bones. I go, "Honey, there's more fat than meat on me." That always gets a good laugh.

I know it goes against social distancing and it's a really scary time right now, but with my dates we both agree to take our temperatures before we go out. We take precautions and stuff like that, but I know how big of a risk it is. Especially for me, COVID likes fatties almost as much as these chubby chasers do.

Also, I think all these protests are giving me anxiety. They happen downtown so I'm out of the way, but I swear to God I can smell the lingering tear gas in the morning. It's really bad. So I stress eat when all that stuff happens at night.

Or maybe that's just my excuse for being a glutton.

This really is the craziest year of my life.

I'm morbidly obese, I'm in the middle of pandemic, there's riots happening in my city, and I'm screwing around with fetishists.

I definitely did not see that happening in 2019.

#Fuckit #quarintine15 #Netflixandchill #chubbychasers #wearamask