Ooooohhhh…Michael is such a good feeder when I’m high and we’re both awake…he just went to get me a fried chicken bacon clubhouse meal, a McDouble, a 10 piece McNugget, and some skittles.
Watching him pull out of the driveway was a turn on.
at one point I thought people’s negative reaction to feedism was mostly due to fatphobia but I’m beginning to think I was wrong
it’s ENTIRELY due to fatphobia
I’m really high, cute (with a bunch of our stuffed animals on our dresser), hot, fat, and horny tonight. In case you forgot that I love being fat, that I love my body, and that my Noodle is hot as fuck. Just thinking about how much I wish he was here gets me like this. (Feedist fetishy part next:) Thinking about him makes me remember how hot it is that I’m over 50 lbs heavier than I was when we met 2 years ago…fuck, it’s making me wet. Unfff.
I am still somewhat shocked at the overwhelmingly positive response to this ask that I answered back in October. To date that post has received over 13,000 likes, reblogs, and responses. Out of that number, only 3 or 4 have been critical of the fact that I have a fat fetish and have stated that it makes me biased, and therefore I am not to be trusted as a physician where fat people are concerned. I would like to address those concerns.
Yes, I freely admit to having a fat fetish. Specifically Feederism (or Feedism). I have it listed among my interests in the About Me section of my blog. I have had this fetish since the age of three, long before I realized it was ever connected to anything sexual.
But you know what? There is a time and a place for practicing one’s fetish and the doctor’s office is not that place. Feederism is left to the bedroom and explored only with other fully informed and fully consenting partners. Partners who are not patients.
Yes, I suppose that having a fetish could make me biased. But, does that mean that other doctors (who don’t have a fat fetish) are not biased? (yes, if you think that doctors who don’t have fat fetishes aren’t biased, you’re wrong). Do a Google search for “fat bias in medicine.” On the very first page you see articles like, “Many Medical Students Have Anti-Fat Bias, Study Finds,” and “Medicine’s Big Fat Bias.” and “Anti-Fat Bias May be Equally Prevalent in General Public and Medical Community.”
Blogs like This is Thin Privilege have stories literally every day from fat people who have had their health concerns ignored by their doctors. Many of them ignored to the point where very serious health conditions have gone undiagnosed. Even non fat activist media reports on cases like cancer, multiple sclerosis, eating disorders, and broken bones going undiagnosed, in many cases for years, because doctors take one look at a fat person and say, “your problem is that you are fat. Lose weight and it will go away.” Cancer? Lose weight and cancer will go away? Broken bones? Lose weight and they will go away? Seriously? Simply as an example, a delay in diagnosis of cancer of even a week can sometimes make the difference between surviving or dying because of it. You cannot deny or ignore the fact that there is real anti-fat bias in the healthcare industry and that it results in countless adverse outcomes for the patients involved.
Going to medical school and being a doctor is not about mindlessly accepting everything you are told as fact, and not thinking critically about what you are being told. Question EVERYTHING.
We are taught how to read medical studies in medical school. Yes, the peer review process helps to determine what is a valid study and what isn’t. But studies are biased. Not only do you have to look at the study itself and how it was performed, but also who commissioned the study in the first place? Was it paid for by the pharmaceutical industry? The multibillion dollar weight loss industry?
Many times studies that don’t meet the investigators’ preconceived notions of what the results “should” be don’t ever get published. That happens a lot more often than you might think. Sometimes the groups funding the studies try and pressure the researchers to not release those results. They threaten to withdraw funding for future studies and that is where the chilling effect comes in.
It is true that my fat fetish has influenced how I practice as a physician. But it hasn’t influenced it in the way that one might assume. Because of my fetish, I have taken an interest in how fat people are treated by society. And to be honest, the way society treats fat people is really shitty. I have, because of my fetish, vowed to not treat fat people the way the general public has. I treat them with the same respect that everybody deserves, fat or not. Healthy or unhealthy. A person’s size or health status is not a measure of their worth.
It may surprise some here to hear that I have told patients to lose some weight. I have even referred a few of them for weight loss surgery. Gasp! A fat fetishist with a fetish for weight gain would NEVER do those things? Well guess what? This fat fetishist has done so, and over the course of my career I expect that I will do so again.
The difference is that I don’t blindly recommend weight loss or surgery to my fat patients. The vast majority of them do not need to lose weight to be healthy. Simply not recommending weight loss as the “be all, end all solution to health problems” is not “encouraging obesity.” I still promote healthy eating habits. I still promote exercise. But those things don’t have to be tied to weight loss to be effective. Many of my patients lose weight by doing those things, but I didn’t tell them to do those things to lose weight. Many of my patients who do those things never lose weight. But that doesn’t mean that they aren’t getting any benefits from doing those things because they haven’t lost weight.
TL; DR: Yes, I have a fat fetish, but that doesn’t mean that I have an “anti-health” bias as a doctor. And not having a fat fetish doesn’t mean that doctors aren’t biased against fat people either.
If any of my followers are uncomfortable following me because I openly admit to a fat fetish, that is perfectly fine. You are free to unfollow me if you want. It won’t hurt my feelings. Just don’t be an asshole about it. Somehow I have a feeling that very few people will do that, though.
When people who haven’t met my girlfriend ask about her, a part of my brain wants to describe her as follows: “She’s got a smile that fills up a room, and the rest of her is getting there…”
Every time I need a pick-me-up, I read this :3
I just went to Golden Corral and ate so much and I’m so full and it’s such a great feeling. :3
I’m fat. I’m jiggly. It’s hot. Protip: click the gif. The frame rate’s a lot better. I get a lot jigglier. :P
agreekdoctor said: What was the name of the episode? I don’t watch this show but I kinda want to see this one now. :P
nanabobo567 said: What the doc said. ‘.’
Sorry this took me so long to reply to! I’ve been slightly busy this past day and a half. The particular episode is called The Foot in the Foreclosure, season 5 episode 8. =]
Sometimes belly doesn’t want to stay locked up in my pants like a cage. It seems I’m outgrowing these capris… :3
I love being full after eating a huge, satisfying amount of food and imagining that it’s already made me exceptionally fatter. I just wish I could afford to eat enough to satisfy me every day, because then I would be growing fatter.
I’m super hungry but I don’t want fast food. I’m just burnt out on it. And I don’t want to take the time and money to buy and make and clean something myself because I know that I’ll be the only one that eats it and I might as well just cut up my debit card and top it with ranch and eat that because I spend so much of my money on food that I eat in one sitting. being a feedee is expensive; being a foodee feedee is really fucking expensive and hard, because I find fast food really boring and it does terrible things to my digestive system when it’s all I eat for a while. =/ Urgh.
This morning, so far, I’ve eaten:
three stadium bratwurst, in a bun with spicy brown mustard
about two pounds (ish) of incredibly tender, moist, juicy barbecued loin back ribs slathered in Sweet Baby Ray’s bbq sauce
roughly half a cup of mustard potato salad
two ears of corn, buttered
a few buttermilk and herb potato chips
a few scoops of cannoli ice cream in a cone
brown sugar-maple-rum-vanilla-cinnamon sauce glazed peaches (two full fresh ones) with vanilla ice cream
and I’m still hungry. Some days I can just never get full and I wish I could just get fatter with every bite I’m just so frustrated with this plateau. I keep gaining and losing the same ten or so pounds and I just wish I had the money to eat the way I wanted to constantly.
Unnfff, I’m so fat and frustrated.
I just had a huge, incredibly delicious breakfast at Cracker Barrel…and now I’m craving doughnuts and ice cream and belly jiggles and something else…
Fat talk plus jiggles plus railing me while I’m high is something my boyfriend is amazing at and did you know orgasms feel 5685259909743225788% better when you’re high and indulging your hedonistic fantasies? Unnnnfffffffffff.
I just ate like a good little piggy all night long and then had pizza and wings and I have a huge craving for ice cream in a waffle cone and I just feel so huge and wonderful. I feel like I could just keep eating, and imagining it going to my belly is so satisfying. I wish I could capture pictures and gifs the way some of you do; I want to look as hot as I feel. I really love the thought of being sent food from a wish list, eating and making videos as I get fatter. But work keeps me exhausted and in pain and even when I feel hot as fuck, I know I don’t look it.
I wish I could just stuff myself as often as I wanted. This last 25 pounds has been so fun but I want the next 25 so badly. With 400 as my goal, I’m excited at all the new rolls that are beginning to form. I love the ways that my body is growing. I need a good photographer to document the process.
I need to quit my job so I can feel human again. But I don’t have another job lined up at the moment, so that’s out of the question. And affording work clothes for a different job that would fit me would be difficult. I’m already down to one set of work pants after the thighs from the last 3 pairs have been destroyed.