I catch myself staring at my belly and thinking about how much bigger it could get. How much softer. How good it would feel to just.. stop thinking entirely 🖤🤍

Let someone else decide when I eat, how much I grow and what I become. A warm, hungry thing that only knows the ache of emptiness and the bliss of being stuffed impossibly full. Is that so wrong? Wanting to be rendered obsolete by your own appetite? I dream about it now, of being too fat to reach my own feet. Too dumb to remember my own name. Just a docile heifer, heavy with food and existing only to consume and be bred