Trixie knew that her point of view had changed with her figure. Her grades were up, she had a social life, and despite whatever weight she may of gained thought she was likely the lightest member of the most porcine cheerleading squad in town. She didn’t eat as heavily as they did during the week, but Saturday night parties were another thing.
Trixie on a good evening had become a carbo queen. 4-5 pieces of pizza, a bag of chips, 5-6 chocolate chip cookies – any of these or a combination was normal for a Saturday night, and usually led to indulging on Sunday as well. Her tighter outfits now showed a pronounced belly bulge and her hips were broader, but the fact was that she’d stepped up two cup sizes and liked the attention. Of course she’d also gone from size 4 to 8 and on some occasions was resorting to sweats. This she didn’t mind and for some reason her aunt didn’t say a thing, if she was even noticing.
Standing in front of the mirror Trixie could be honest with herself. She had an undeniable tummy bulge, her thighs came together and two rolls of fat were developing on her sides above her hips.
“Maybe I should be exercising more” she thought as she dressed on Saturday night, but then promptly forgot the idea. Instead she went to another party where she indulged in brownies, pizza, chicken wings and ice cream with soda. Over the course of the evening she had four plates of food, each with at least 800 calories. Naturally her jeans were supertight, so she pulled out her shirt tail and quietly unbuttoned them, allowing them to slide below her belly while her belt prevented her pants from falling off. No one seemed to notice, but it served as a an additional reminder to her of how chubby he was actually getting.
“So I’m getting fat,” she admitted the next morning as she was sitting on her bed with her still swollen belly resting next to her thighs. “I can’t even wear my old pants and last night my newer ones had to be unbuttoned I was so stuffed. So why am I more hungry than upset?”
Part of the reason was her main beau Don, who liked to make out and rub her belly, which she found arousing. He’d buy her food whenever she wanted, even though she tried not to do it. But he told her that she had a “passion” for food in her eyes when she was snacking and that he liked it. And she knew he was right. She enjoyed his treats and attention and knew dieting would mean giving them up.
Then news came that Kimberly wasn’t returning to the squad. Fat Kimberly now. The one with the letterman boyfriend Brian. The one now bigger than Ashley, Amber or Ros, all of who had guys too, Could it be that she really didn’t need to be feeling so guilty? That some guys didn’t mind meaty girls?
She decided to corner Kimberly, the same Kimberly who used to harangue others for gaining weight and was now a chubster herself, and find out what was happening.
She found Kimberly was willing to talk – but after school at a diner over a snack with her boyfriend present.
“Don’t fret, Brian will pay,” she said.
Trixie slid easily into the booth. So did Kim, but it was obvious that she must be pushing 160.
“I hear you can come back to cheer but won’t be. I thought it was your life.”
“Not anymore. Until my dad retired from the navy we moved every few years and I wasn’t grounded. Cheer was an easy way to get attention when we came here I thought, since I’d lost some weight and was pretty good at routines. I tried to find happiness that way but it didn’t work. Then I overreached and got into trouble and had to take counseling. That and Brian changed my viewpoint.”
“And like me got an appetite,” Trixie observed to herself.
“Be honest – do you mind the pounds or are you hearing scripts in your head telling you you’re being naughty,” asked Kimberly as she demolished her stack of fries and sucked on her shake.
“That’s it – I’m afraid of what my aunt and others will say but I’m tired of doing two hours a day of exercise and running just so I can be everyone’s ideal.”
“Not everyone’s” noted Brian. “Aren’t you Ron’s girl?”
“Well, we date.”
“And doesn’t he give you food whenever you want it? Even though he doesn’t push it?”
“He doesn’t care what I weigh, that’s true.”
“Have you really asked him,” said Kim.
“What do you mean?”
“No guy in his right mind will come right out and tell a girl what she should weigh, but if you asked him whether he’d prefer you 110 or 210 you might be surprised if you could get a straight answer out of him,: Brian said.
“Brian is trying to say that there are men who like girls heavier – and this school is full of them,” continued Kim.
“Including Don?”
“You’ll need to ask him, but I believe so. When you’re really into chowing down does he pause and just watch you with a smile, Maybe offer you part of his food when you’re finished?”
“Uh, well, yeah, now that you mention it. And he never tells me I need to cool it.”
“And does he offer you snacks and treats and sometimes leave food at your place?”
Yes – ok I guess you know something. So what do I do with my aunt?”
“Well,” said Brian, “you can wait until she speaks up and defend yourself, or you can be proactive and tell her you are happy. She should at least respect your wishes even if she feels otherwise,.”
“Yep, you’re right – but I don’t know if it will go that way.”
* * * *
Trixie didn’t immediately confront her aunt, but she did test herself by eating more heavily at lunch wit her fellow cheerleaders. She found that like her weekend eating that she was comfortable with it. She also realized that it would make her larger if she kept it up.
About a week later Trixie, who frequently did the cooking anyway, prepared a nice beef stroganoff meal for her aunt, who immediately suspected something was up. But she let Trixie set the pace. After it was over, Trixie got serious.
“Auntie, I want to first tell yoi that I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, ‘cause I know you think I’ve been a fairly decent niece since mom died and even been a help to you, right?”
“Why yes child, is something wrong?”
“Only that as I point towards graduation next year and becoming an adult I have to make decisions based on what’s right for me and not necessarily what everyone else expects. I guess its called finding yourself and being what’s best for you”
Her aunt became disturbed “You’re not planning on skipping college and joining the military I hope?”
“No, nothing that extreme. I’m not even going to move out and live with a guy like some people. And you know I don’t smoke, drink or do drugs.”
“You already have your driver’s license and you know the rules about getting a car.”
“Yes, I have to have a job and pay for the insurance – pretty standard and not the issue. I’m a little scared to say it, but I need to get tis out because you need to know,”
“And the issue is?”
“We have a cheerleading squad of fatties who really don’t care about their size and if things work out I’ll be proud to be their captain next year no matter what my weight.”
Her Aunt sat dumbfounded. The announcement, while surprising, was hardly of the magnitude she’d feared. “Well, I knew you’d gained some but didn’t expect you to be so defensive and almost proud about it.”
“Honest, Auntie, I ran my legs off and did workouts until I was blue in the face while starving myself and was miserable and virtually dateless. Since I’ve relaxed a bit and let myself gain as few pounds things for me are just happier and better. And I’m hardly a cow – Marilyn Monroe was bigger than me.”
“Darling, you are who you are in your generation. In mine girls who weren’t size 8 or less were just not part of the in crowd. But if young people today don’t care and you’re happy, who am I to fight it? Just try to stay heakthy- OK”
Trixie was as shocked as her Aunt was relieved.
“So if I have to get some size 12 clothes with my next social security check its OK?”
Her Aunt smiled “Its your money, you know that. You’ve been buying most of your own clothes for three years.”
“OK, good. Well, for dessert we have German chocolate layer cake and I plan on having two pieces. This may be the beginning of a trend.”
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