I need to be honest with myself and everyone else, I have never been a slim, slender, sexy model type. I’ve always had a bit of baby fat, extra cushion if you will, simply put more to love.

When we matched on Tinder, you were a bit disappointed. You thought to yourself, “Hey, she's a little heavy, but it's not that bad.” Over the next few days we text each other back and forth and we are absolutely hitting it off. We have the same interests and there seems to be a genuine connection. At this point you don’t even remember being skeptical about me because of my extra weight. So, we decided to set up a date. There are so many options. We could grab coffee or a drink, we could do dinner and a movie, or maybe we could netflix and chill. Eventually, we landed on a plan and we agreed to meet tomorrow after work. Now, what you don't know is that the pictures on my profile are a bit out of date. In fact, since those pictures were taken I’ve put on a substantial amount of weight. Before, you might have described me as slightly chubby. But now, chubby isn’t even a remotely appropriate word. As I think about how you’ll react when we meet in person I begin to worry. How will they react to my flabby thighs that scrape together and force me to waddle? Should I tuck my belly into my pants to hide it? Maybe they won't even notice my weight. The next morning I wake up for work and decide on an outfit for our date. I picked a pair of jeans and a cute little top. I head out to work and we continue to text one another and flirt in anticipation of our big night. I tell you how excited I am to finally meet you. When the end of the work day nears, I head to the bathroom to change into my date night outfit. However, to my horror, it is a struggle to get the jeans over my inflated frame. I shimmy back and forth, hopping up and down, tugging at the fabric. Eventually, I get them over my hips but my soft tummy makes it impossible to get them buttoned. I throw on my top and the first thing I notice is that it's cutting into my upper arm flab. And to make matters worse, the shirt sits perfectly at my waist meaning everyone will see that I can't button my pants. Now, if you’ve never been fat, you might not know this trick. I grab a hair tie from my bag and I loop it around the button of the jeans and pull it through the loop. Luckily, I have a sweater to wear over my top that helps conceal this mess. I head over to the meet up spot and that's when you spot me.

So, what am I looking for? I love to be humiliated and degraded for being so fat. Fat shame me and make me self conscious about my body. The dirtier your fantasies the better.