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Why I love being fat
Being 235 pounds was one of the best times of my life. From the age of maybe 14 to 18, I would go to McDonalds, Taco Bell, and all those other delicious fast-food joints and stuff my face. Fry after fry would enter my face, and I would live for that sweet, sweet dopamine rush and the feeling of self-hatred that would soon follow. God, what a time it was.

I loved looking in the mirror, seeing my puffy, naked body and beady eyes staring back at me and thinking of how tomorrow I would find the willpower to lose some weight. I loved imagining all the things I would do, the sights I would see, the people that would love me, and how cool I would feel with a sixpack.

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Love u pep <3

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