The other day I sent out a mass message encouraging everyone..
🕑 Added 2022-10-04 12:37:55 +0000 UTC
The other day I sent out a mass message encouraging everyone to vote in the topic poll for our first story. Unfortunately the first, and third choice are still tied. As I'm feeling extra maternal this morning, I'm going to go with the Mommy theme π₯΅
Mommy Is Worried About Your Weight
Chapter 1
Getting up this early in the morning has always felt like a punishment to you. You've never been an early riser. It's a miracle that you ever make it to school. Somehow, you always do. It isn't until you're sitting in your bus that you start to process reality. You quickly double check your clothes to make sure you didn't put anything on backwards. You let out a breath you didn't know that you were holding when everything checks out.
The bus lurches to a halt, and the folding doors open to allow more students on board. Another student steps on to the bus. As he sees you he puffs out his cheeks. The student behind him laughs with him at you. They're clearly making fun of your weight.
Their actions, and comments make you feel self conscious. You check your clothes again. They're even tighter than you remember them being. Your coat feels tight at the shoulders, and arms. A sliver of flesh hangs out of your too tight t-shirt. Your jean won't stay buttoned without using one of your Mom's hair elastics to keep it secured. You sigh to yourself. What are you going to do? Your mom just bought you these clothes a few months ago when school started. Here you are already starting to outgrow them.
You wish you could control yourself. You wish you had the willpower, and self control to be able to say no. The only thing you truly enjoy in this world, is eating. Sweet, savory, spicy, or salty you love it all! You start to salivate just thinking about food.
You unzip your backpack, and check what Mom packed you for lunch. You unwrap a Little Debbie chocolate cupcake. You hunch down in your seat, hoping that no one sees you and you cram it into your greedy maw. You have to stifle a moan that almost escapes your lips. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. You can't help yourself. You just get so very hungry.
The day passes much as the bus did. The other students are cruel to someone of your size. Some students act as if the very ground is shaking when you walk by. Acting as if they have to hold onto their lockers to try and steady themselves. Others oink at you, and hold their nose turned up like a pig with their finger. You used to feel shame when your fellow students did these things to you, now you feel something else. Something stirring down there.
You'd eaten all of your snacks, and sandwich before lunchtime even hit. You use your allowance to buy 2 slices of pizza each day during your actual lunch time. By the time you get home, you're starving.
As you walk through the door you smell such wonderful smells. It's clearly Mom has been cooking all day. You see a note on the table, and a try of brownies. What do you do? (The response with the most votes is how we will proceed with chapter 2.)
