I have never been called "fat" by others. In fact, only I myself know where the extra meat is on my body. It's just that I know how to wear and hide it, so no one else has discovered it.
In front of my partner, I habitually play mind games. Every time we go out, I insist on wearing a shapewear. I absolutely refuse to swim or soak in hot springs with him. When crossing the road, if he wants to hold my waist, I immediately skillfully avoid it. It's tiring, but for the sake of my image, it's worth it.
Although I've taught my girlfriends that no matter what they look like, they should confidently appreciate themselves; in reality, since I gained weight, I've really been afraid to interact with men. To be honest, if my boyfriend insists on taking off his clothes and staring at me, I would become angry and lose all interest.
Therefore, every time I get intimate with my partner, I always linger in the bathroom for a long time. Even though I've already taken a shower, I guiltily put my clothes back on and appear in front of him like a mummy.
Then, like an eel, I slide into the quilt and wrap myself tightly in it before starting to take off my clothes. After taking off a piece, I teasingly bring it close to my boyfriend's face and let him smell it. This way, I slowly undress while playing around. The man has already become impatient waiting, and when he pounces over, I quickly turn off the bedside lamp at this moment.
Unfortunately, this is just what I think. In fact, this world does not revolve around me, and men are not as stupid as I imagine them to be.
Once, when we were eating Thai barbecue, my chopsticks were attacking the fatty meat like raindrops. My boyfriend couldn't compete, so he jokingly blurted out: For the sake of your figure, you should be more refined, don't you see that your belly has already expanded to the third ring road?