My Failed Attempt to Acquire a Food Fetish
When I met Steve not his real name, for reasons that will become obviousI thought he was cute. He also looked kind of like a guy I had a crush on at the time, but who wasn't interested in me.
Unlike that guy, though, Steve was interested, and we started hooking up sex my mother taught me to always accept free things.
The first few times Steve and I got together, the sex was pretty vanilla: Then one day, Steve told me he had a "kink. I really hoped it wasn't whips and chains, as I was broke and wasn't sure I could afford leather.
I wasn't exactly relieved, but in a way I could relate, because I used to be fat. I don't mean that in the way people say, "Oh, I used to be fat" and then show you a couple of pre-puberty chubby kid photos.
That's not being fat ; that's having a plump adolescence. I'm talking about being fat and staying fat: I was born at food pounds, weighed pounds at age 14, and then peaked at pounds at I lost pounds in my mids and I've kept it off, more or fetish, since then.
But as anyone who grew up fat can tell you, once a fatty, always a fatty. The fat may come and go, but it always stays naked blonde celebs you in your mind.