✨Pov: After realizing how much thinner your friend group is than you, you decided to lose weight. And fast.✨
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When you arrive home that night, you stand in front of your mirror and truly, look at your body for the first time. God, were you really that fat? before, you'd skipped past mirrors and ignored the twinge of disgust you felt each time you caught sight of your reflection
You think of your friends - and their well-meaning, yet hurtful comments. you think of their tiny bodies, and gym classes, and pilates and never having to worry about squeezing into anything, and you fucking want that.
Almost 100lbs down, your friends begin to compliment you on your dedication. All those hours at the gym, those meals skipped, those calories refused, and you're thriving.
You grab great armfuls of food, and, before you can even wait to think, you open the lid and hurl it into the bin. Clearing out your cupboard feels like a fresh start - you must prove that you are stronger than your cravings.
But you couldn't deny it anymore - you were obese. Pudgy thighs, flabby arms, beachball stomach, and back fat spilling out of your clothes - that was your body. Your fucking obese, huge, whale of a body. As you stare at yourself in the mirror, you decide it's time to change:
As summer rounds the corner, you're now 110lbs - a far cry away from your starting weight. You now have the small waist and thigh gap you'd always envied in your friends. And, when you return to that god awful fair, the ride operator lets you on without even batting an eye.
Walking down the beach with your friends, you can't help but notice how much thinner you are than them. Where their waists are 24 inches, yours is barely 20. Where they weigh 45kg, you weigh 40. Where they slightly suck in their stomachs in photos, you don't need to.
You keep your weight loss journey going, and people begin to notice, 70lbs down.
"You look so great, y/n." Your friends gushes. "You're like glowing." She pauses. "And, we didn't want to say anything, but you used to kinda smell, like, quite a lot. But now you don't, it's great!
To your delight, you keep up easily. Bounding along, you even have enough breath for a chat with your friends, and they admit that they prefer spending time with you now, without you being so focused on eating.
You maintain your healthy eating for the next week, and discover, to your horror, that you've only lost three lbs! To try and burn some extra calories, you decide to take up a sport, asking your friends for advice. They are shocked, and one of them says:
In fact, now, your friends never just assume that you'll finish their leftovers, or want to grab food while out. They even invite you on their morning runs. you're terrified before hand - you assume that you won't be able to keep up with their athletic, thin bodies.
'You.. want to lose weight? You want to exercise?" She raises a perfect eyebrow. "Really? You? Are you sure, y/n." She recovers herself and apologises, but the damage is done. You must prove yourself right, prove all of them wrong.
You decided to sleep on it, and wake up the next morning ready to commit to your new life. Determined to start the day off right, you wake at around nine and eat breakfast.
With your new-found love of sport, the pounds are slipping off. Now 20lbs down, you finally begin to see a change in your body. You're a long way off your goal weight - 100lbs, but you're losing more each passing day.
Tiny and thriving, you can finally live the life you always dreamt of. You've worked so hard, for so long, and it has all been worth it. Your friends notice too, and they compliment you on your determination and grit to stick with your weight loss.
The weeks pass, and you're now 50lbs lighter, at 160lbs. To your delight, you can now shop in the malls littering your area, not having to shop online for Torrid or plus-size shops.
"You know, y/n." One remarks casually. "You've really lost weight, and, not to be rude or anything, but you're so much prettier now. Before, you were kind of... plain. Now you look like the rest of us - hell, you look better than us now."
Summer is in full flow, and your finally feel confident in swimwear, for the first time ever. Gone is the blubber and fat thighs, you can now flaunt your hard-earned body with pride.
Feeling hungry, your eyes keep wandering to the snack cupboard, where you know rich chocolate bars and salty crisps are waiting. unable to stop yourself, you waddle heavily over and open the door. You pause. You think.
It's a bright and sunny Sunday morning, and you roll out of bed at around one pm. Your back rolls have sweat pooling in them, and you've left a huge, damp sweat mark on your sheets. You've been meaning to clean your room for a while - but it just makes you so out of breath.
Your friends adore your new body, and someone even asks for your workout routine, begging you to tell her how you got such toned abs, and such a tiny waist and gorgeous slender arms, so quickly.
An extra 100 cals a day over your BMR is an extra 10lbs gained in a year. You could've been 10, 20, 30 lbs lighter by now, but no. You chose to eat like a pig instead of living as you should. This is your fault.
Once you've showered, leaving your hair wet, a text pings through from your friend's groupchat.
'Loved the morning run, girls! Nice, easy 10k to start the day, shame you couldn't come with us, @.y/n. xx'
A screen shot follows of your friend's running route - 10k in 42 minutes.
Sorry... there's a 250lb weight limit on the rollercoats carts... Stuttering and blushing, you try to explain that you're 220lbs, not 250, but the ride operator takes one look at your wobbling double chin and stomach rolls, and refuses to let you on. Better luck next time!
You and your friend are in matching outfits, but you notice how different you look from her. Where her stomach is flat, with well-defined abs, your own stomach bulges out, spilling out over the waistband of your shorts.
You shower quickly - and mean to shave, but your stomach stops you from bending over too far. A large stripe of unshaved hair snakes it's way up your doughy calves. Your huge stomach rubs against the shower walls. You could have sworn the shower wasn't always this small..
You quickly try to make plans to meet up at the summer night fair later - but they reply by saying they've got a pilates class until three. You decide to go back to bed, leaving your hair wet because your arms hurt if you hold the hairdryer for too long. You'll wake up on time.
Not that there's anything wrong with being fat, y/n, you're stunning! I'm sure some guys like big girls."
You feel like crying, but you're too out of breath from the ten-minute walk back to speak.
"Please come on the ride with us, we don't meet the weight minimum otherwise!" Your friends beg. You try and climb on, but the seatbelt doesn't even go halfway round your waist. Next to you, three of your friends share a seatbelt.
' I can't believe they let us three all go on on cart together!' One friend proclaims. 'Don't worry though, y/n, I'm sure you can fit in the next one!'
With all this walking around, you feel a little hungry. You've done nearly 1.5k steps, after all - far above your daily average!
"We're not hungry, y/n, but we can buy you food, if you want." One friend pipes up. "Let me guess, you want pizza + fries?"
What do you choose to eat
On the ride, as you raise your arms above your head in joy, you catch a whiff of something foul. To your horror, you realise it's your own BO. You have arm fat rolls, and a strange-smelling crust of sweat has built up in them. Your friends exchange glances.
Back at your house, you open the door and squeeze through, blubber brushing the sides of the doorway. Your friends wave goodbye, and chatter loudly about the late-night gym visit they had planned.
"Sorry for not inviting you, y/n, it just didn't.." her eyes flick down your body.
After such an exhasting day - a whole eight hours awake, you and your friends decide to leave the fair.
"This guy gave me his number, but his friend was cuter, to be honest." One friend laughs. "It's so annoying when fat, ugly guys try and hit on me-" She stops.
"Really seem like your sort of thing..." She smiles faintly. "We're going out for dinner next week as a treat on our monthly cheat day - I'm gonna get fries, maybe you want to come then?"
You shut the door without answering
After a long and exhausting day, you head to bed, The sheets are stained a mucky yellow from your earlier sweat, and are damp when you collapse into them.
Maybe it was time to start losing a few pounds...
No matter the style, nothing looks good on you - your fat distorts the shapes of the clothes, ruins the delicate seams of the skirts, and stretches the shirts.
1.1 Their snacks/lunches are ALWAYS healthy and low cal. I rarely any of them eat processed/junk food - salads are the norm, with yoghurt and fruit if they want something sweet. The only exception to this is those low-cal lentil crisps, very occasionally.
Working out sucks, ok? it sucks when you're tired, and grumpy, and all you want to do is sleep and ignore your problems. But it's a gift. it frees you from your body, it helps you become who you should be, who you deserve to be. Fucking suck it up and go workout.
3.1 They don't stop moving. Eating? standing. Talking? pacing. Walking? Fast. Sitting? Bouncing their leg or tapping their feet. And they are very active people anyway, but this extra movement can shave those last few calories off, and take you one BMI point closer to your goal.
4.1. They don't go out solely to eat food/have dinner or lunch. They can meet out in our local city centre, go shopping or walking etc, without getting snacks or lunch. If they're not hungry, they just won't eat.
You don't deserve to eat, you deserve to be beautiful. Skinnier is prettier, every pound lost is gaining everyone else's respect. Stick with it, and you'll see results in no time, if you're properly dedicated.
Look. properly look at her. Why did you do this to yourself? How the fuck do you expect to reach your gw when you're binging every other day, and eating at your BMR the next?
2. They NEVER buy food from the school canteen. They always bring meals from home, and genuinely seem satisfied with small portions of food I, before I developed my ed, would have considered 'boring' or 'bland.' They wouldn't be caught dead eating the greasy junk from school.
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(No, seriosuly tho, love u guys but being short make me fucking suicidal - 500 cals a day, all for a measly two pounds wl???)
1.2. In contrast to this, my 'bigger' friends will snack at break, or between lessons, on unhealthy food - crisps, pizza slices, chocolate etc. While these foods may seem small, or just like a little snack - this can increase cals from, say, 1k cals, to 2k.
Lose until you reach your ugw, or gain and lose the same three lbs you've been losing and gaining, gaining and losing, forever? Suck it up, lock in, and work for it.
To preface, I'm part of two different friend groups - one group would be considered 'averagespo' or 'IRL skinny', and another group, who would be considered thinspo, or fitspo. The thread will compare/contrast their diff habits, and what I've noticed about them <3
5.1 No outfits are worn b4 asking the opinions of others, with my skinny friends. Ofc, we wear uniform every day, but, when going to social events, fit checks are common. it's a good way to keep on track, and to have actual, tangible evidence of weight loss, or gain.
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3.2 My bigger friends don't move. At lunch, they sit down and chat, while my skinnier friends will stand and/or walk laps of the school, talking. Exercise is just built into my skinny friend's routine, while it is an actual, conscious decision for my big/avg friends to work out.
It's genuinely baffling to me. How you're that fat and yet you still can't deny yourself something you don't even want? I just don't understand how you're happy to live in that body.
I know girls whose THIGHS are smaller than your arms. It's embarrassing, honestly, that you live this way. i wouldn't leave the house, if I looked like you, and, judging by your flabby stomach and blubbery legs, you don't.
4.2 I find it IMPOSSIBLE to go out with my avg friends, bcs they always want to eat or get dinner. It's like they are unable to carry a conversation/have fun w/o food or drinks.
2.2. Meanwhile, my bigger friends WILL snack on food from the canteen. And, being in a British public school, this food is SO unhealthy. I'm talking, pizza slices, fried chicken, wedges, greasy paninis, oily chips and so on and so forth.
Stop making excuses, get up, and workout. Stop eating, close your fat mouth and listen, alright? Stop. Fucking. Binging. Do it for yourself, do it for everyone who doubted you, do it because you can, I don't care why, I just care that you do.
If you wouldn't eat that in public without shame, you shouldn't be eating that at all. Watch yourself, in the mirror, while you eat. Look at how you cram your face, ugly and unlovable, and fat. Still hungry?