Potbelled Princess entry to the 5 minute freewrite by Marianne West
Most people did not understand. Some were cruel, some were appalled. Some would taunt, others would insult, but there were those who worshipped her who made her feel beautiful and they had saved her life quite literally. To them she was a goddess and they made her happy. For the first time in her life she felt beautiful. She had always been a big girl, even when she was little. Years of abuse made things worse food became comfort, the only safe haven. Then she found what she thought was love, it turned out to be just another cycle of shame and humiliation. She did everything to please him yet he would at best ignore her and at his worst belittle her and make her feel useless. No matter how hard she tried the food was never good enough, the house never clean enough , the baby never taken care of enough … he called her a fat ugly cow, called her useless pig. On the few days he would fuck her he made sure to turn her face to the side as he mounted her for the 2 minutes it lasted. After, he would roll over with a grunt, his hairy back turned toward her and she would cry silently; making sure not to make any noise or it would end in an inevitable beating and the reminder that her daddy had promised him the car dealership if he married her worthless behind.
Carla tried diets, lipo, pills the weight would come off some but just come back double later on. and it was not like he would notice anyway even the time she lost 30 pounds his behaviour never changed. He still called her fat, worthless and repulsive. She felt small, ugly inhuman, non existent. Her sad life went on like that for years until the one evening when her son, mimicking his father, told her that dinner tasted like vomit. She looked at her son, who had become the carbon copy of Herbert, watched his mouth move in slow motion the world slowing down to a surreal pace. Right there and then a spark, a stirring of life in all the numb. That night, after Herbert’s animal grunts turned into deafening snores, she got up quietly reached for the little packed bag she had hidden under the bed. It held the few belongings important to her, his credit cards and al the cash he had in his wallet. She looked at his sleeping form on the bed imagined setting him and the whole house on fire, she decided against it. She walked out of the bedroom door out of the house and out on Herbert forever. She felt a bit bad about leaving her son, but she knew deep down that he was made from the same metal as her husband. While a part of her loved her son, or better said the baby he had once been, she disliked who he turned out to be profoundly. He was a slug just like his father they deserved each other. She was done surrounding herself with the likes of them, she deserved better, always had it just had never hit her before now. She took one more look at the house with its manicured lawn and plastic lawn ornaments. It already looked strange and unfamiliar. The life she had lead seemed like it happened in a parallel universe, it was no longer hers the woman that had lived there was not she but some warped ghost. Carla got in their car and drove away into the night.
The journey was a wild one, it took her places she never thought she would go. Some good, some horrible but through it all she grew and it brought her to the life she was living now. she ended up in L.A working as a SSBBW fetish model she was a pariah to normal society but she did not mind. In her new world her pot belly, her soft arms and thighs were celebrated even worshipped. She was valued and treated with respect and care. Where before all she saw in the mirror was a worthless blob, she now saw curves and her own kind of beauty. Carla was happy and she deserved to be, she thought, as she sprayed some more cream on the sugar powdered raspberry doughnut.
Writing notes:
This was written for the 5 minute freewrite by @mariannewest. I did cheat a bit as only the first paragraph was in the 5 minute range but I just felt like I had to finish the story. The Woman in the picture in My friend Candy Godiva who is a SSBBW fetish Model and former adult film star. I took this picture of her in 2003 . The story I wrote shows some parallels to her life but is not identical to her real story. For those of you shocked that i call her a close and beloved friend get over yourselves. I have a variety of friends from all walks of life from actual royalty to people who grew up in a one room tin hut, from accomplished professionals and artists to stay at home moms who have never worked in the traditional circuit, from religious leaders to sexworkers and adult film stars. I love them all unequivocally if this bothers you walk away now …
Now to the whole fat fetish thing, do I worry about Candy's health sometimes?- yes I do. But truthfully at the time she was more active in the scene she was the happiest I ever saw her. The thing is some people no matter how they try fail at "normal" lives , who are we to expect them to be unhappy in boxes that make us comfortable? If Candy needs me to support her to loose the weight I will be there for her. I occasionally even discuss my concerns but I am not there to bully her either or force her to be something I want her to be-that is not love or friendship that's tyranny.
today's prompt was
potbellied/potbelly
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(Image credit Dave Renike and a portrait of the fair jubilee made by myself turned into this here universal truth meme)
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this little girl was made for me by @barbara-orenya
There is raw power and beauty in that moment when, someone sees themselves and their true worth!
no longer seeing through the judgemental eyes of others, but seeing the real, inner beauty of a soul!
Fuck all the Herberts
You mean Herberts ;)
Shoot, fixed!
...so silly.
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this is such a powerful story and I am sure that there are a lot of bigger people who had to live with body shame all their lives. good for your friend to turn it into a positive! And while it is true that more weight on the body is maybe not the ideal of healthy - dieting and the up and down that usually comes with that is way worse. And the negative body image so many of us have (actually, people of all sizes) is probably the most unhealthy of it all.
I am glad that you are her friend - and why would anyone care? I guess what I am trying to say that people who judge who we are friends with are not friend material to begin with ...
<3
Ooohh I loved the story, thanks for sharing your love and heart for your friend @tygertyger. Sending you and Candy some sweet love 😘 xx
Thank you :)
I was rooting for her to burn the house down, crash all the cars at the dealership, and then live happily ever after... But I like what really happened even better. :-)
:)
This was sooo good! So powerful and much needed these days.
More power @tygertyger!
:)
Beautiful & sad story. But so true that I'm glad it's told well. Praise the Lord for giving her strength to look forward & finding her true self
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good a content have inserted characters in this story.thank you.
don't come here upvoting your own comment and not even upvoting the content you comment on ...
hello tygertyger sir ,Your story is very good. Which has touched my heart, you have inserted characters in this story that provide an image of beauty.