Oh, “D”, I don’t think the size of your breasts make you look pregnant at all. They actually look bizarrely small compared to the rest of your body. You’re really worried about the wrong thing.
Why is that? Is it because it’s easier to focus on a part of you that might actually be mistaken as attractive than to look a little further down?
A lesser person would have said it wasn’t your tits, it was your stomach, that makes you look pregnant. But not me. I look at that stomach and all I see is too much food. I see the way that extra weight just hangs, limply, spilling over your waistband.
I notice in that second picture the way your stomach fat actually hangs down far enough to touch your upper thigh, totally hiding your panties.
Is that the way you want to look, D?
Do you want your stomach to actually touch your thighs? Those thighs that are literally as big around as your waist is supposed to be?
You said you hardly ever work out, and I can believe it. But why don’t you? Is it because it’s easier to just look like this than to put any real effort into changing? I know. It’s easier to wake up in the morning and grab breakfast than it is to wake up and grab 30 minutes on a treadmill or body weight exercises.
Toning up is hard. Staying soft is so fucking simple. Especially now. Especially when you’re around people that enable you and expect you to eat the way they eat. It’s easy to stay soft when you can blame your overeating on other people instead of taking that responsibility onto yourself, right?
I mean, why order something light when you go out? Who cares? You’re at home for the Holidays. Celebrate! Enjoy life! As a fat girl!
Because someone that cared about how she looked would care about what she ordered off of the menu. She’d care about getting in the time for a workout. She’d care about her thighs being that thick. She’d care about her stomach touching her thighs. She’d care about more than just the size of her tits and the idea that *those* are what makes her look fat.
She’d care about hitting those goals and doing what was actually needed to hit them instead of making excuses.
When are you going to stop making excuses, D?
When are YOU going to start caring?
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