Colors of the whined

I heard (one or two) complaints that my blog's color scheme was being mean to your eyes, so I tried to make it gentler. Keep reading. (Actual posts coming soon.) Also, I'm totally kidding about whining; I appreciate the feedback. If my blog ever has broccoli in its teeth, please let me know!

Hate or Aide

Humans are walking contradictions. Fat people are waddling contradictions. There is probably an endless list I could produce of things I love and hate, well.... less-than-love about gaining, some in my brain, some in my closet, and some in my body. I've touched on some of how it feels emotionally to have gotten chunktastic and what I like about it and what gives me some pause. Just think, if getting fat gave me paws, I could be the richest circus attraction this side of the Mississippi!

Anyway, the gainerverse can be a place to tell people what they want to hear, but here, in simple list form, is what I love and doubt about what gaining has done to my appearance. Savor sweetly:

Hate (be glad these are not illustrated)

SKIN TAGS. Apparently these increase in the armpit area with added weight. I'd just as soon not have them.

THIGH CHAFING. The idea is hot, but the reality is painful at times! Fortunately this one is preventable with a bit of skin prep and the proper underwear.

THAT'S ABOUT IT.

Love/Hate

DOUBLE CHIN. Sometimes I can make myself believe I love that my face (the initial, most apparent visual element on a guy) has gotten fat and my neck is enrobed in a bit of chub. Some days I even think that with the chubbiness my face looks handsome. Some days I let my mind complete the thought with for a fat guy. My double chin has the amazing gift of being able to disappear in mirrors and appear magically in photos. When I started gaining, I didn't want a double chin. I was supposed to stop before one showed up. Oops. Since it's happened anyway, I've convinced myself I want one. I do like that it's obvious without even seeing my body that I'm fat now, but if someone offered me a pill that would give me a bit of a jawline again, I don't know for sure I'd refuse it. Of course, I absolutely love a good double chin on another fellow.

STRETCHMARKS. Ok, so I mostly love these. However, I'm in a bit of awe at guys who get truly big and round but never get them. Stretchmarks can be like freckles or curly hair: those who have them don't want them and those that don't have them want them. I both miss my curly hair and enjoy my stretchmarks. The ones on the front of my belly get the most attention, but they started on my lovehandles (a favorite beach look on a cute fratboy) and have migrated to my inner thighs, the top of my plumber's crack, and even around my underarms. I can't get away with saying I'm all belly anymore if they've covered that much square footage. It certainly helps that some other guys really like them on a gainer, too! And I do mean REALLY. Non-my-body aside: a gainerverse pet peeve of mine is encouragers (and this can include gainers who encourage) that (vocally) dislike stretchmarks on a guy. Seriously? I can completely understand if they're not your cup of tea or if you even don't care for the look at them, but don't tell guys to eat big and eat often, then recoil at the sight of the non-blubber revelers that come to enjoy the party, too.

Love

THE BELLY! "Don't you love how we can say that to each other and we know we're not being conceited? No... no, we're just being honest" It really does sound conceited, but my belly sprouted almost exactly as I'd hoped when I first decided to take the plunge and between the shape, the proportion, and the softness/firmness, it keeps me excited to see what more will do.

CHEST. It finally started filling in, all these years later after I'd nearly given up hope it would be anything but flat for the rest of my days. I wouldn't object if it didn't swoop around to the sides quite as much, but I'm fine with that.

LOVEHANDLES. They're just so cute on any guy, and fit the curve of a palm so perfectly. I don't really know if mine are visible from the back at this point, but I hope they are or will be soon.

BOUNCE. It is its own entity at this point, and it is about my favorite aspect of this all. Stairs have never been so fun!

Overall, I love the things I love much more than I hate the things I hate, so no worries. Except what kind(s) of Ben & Jerry's I have in the freezer for tomorrow night. So kids, have I missed something? What do you hate and love from your toes on up above?