yesterday at the mall was pure bliss. i pushed myself to almost total capacity, stuffing my belly until the fabric of my clothes felt like it was screaming. i could feel people staring at my huge, protruding stomach as i waddled through the food court, and honestly? i loved every second of being looked at like a total cow.
there is something so deeply satisfying about eating until i look truly pregnant. i love the slow, heavy process of devouring slice after slice of greasy pizza, followed by salty hot dogs and thick, juicy hamburgers that leave me breathless. i didn't stop there, i moved on to a massive, flavorful shawarma, feeling my midsection tighten and round out with every bite. washing it all down with creamy, sugary shakes just added to that beautiful, overstuffed bloat. i adore the feeling of my skin stretching to its limit, transforming my body into a soft, soft masterpiece. being this full is my favorite state of being.