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This thread is probably not going to set the world alight but I feel it's worth collating some of the best content regarding Saira Khan. Basically she's a forthright, "go-getter" businesswoman turned celebrity pundit who is very into her fitness. This makes it hotter imo when she lapses in fitness or shows less flattering images of her body. This article put her on my radar https://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-9413715/Saira-Khan-50-shares-candid-snap-says-eating-leg-injury-left-bloated.html Not a FA by any stretch as you can see but because she's very into being "real" with her followers she is quite revealing about this sort of thing. Anyway here's some generic before pictures After (or during a lapse)

Happy Monday everyone. Any fun plans this week?

Hello. I am new trying to figure this app out. How is everyone today? I am a small content creator. Wanting to try to model. Does anyone have any suggestions or tips?

Fat Chat and Belly Play I'm excited about this one! I was in such a sexy mood 😈 You will have to tell me what you think!

I have not posted on the forum in a while. I hope everyone is having a great evening! A stuffing video of mine is awaiting moderator approval 😈 I was naughty and made a McDonalds trip. Burgers, fries, and of course, you HAVE to have a milkshake! Enjoy! 🐄🐄🐄

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Just going to leave this here, feel free to message me anytime ! 😘

Thinking about lunch already 🥲🤗 How is everyone's day?

Just a curvy mom exploring her body changes, looking to share with you ☺️

This is a weight gain story, but it starts off as a weight loss story. You'll see. Can also be found here: https://www.deviantart.com/ahemahem/art/The-Lifeguard-1057967926 On June 1st, I moved into my new apartment. It had every amenity a young single woman making her way in the big city could want. The building was older but had been converted into luxury apartment for "curated downtown lifestyles." Whatever that meant, I bought it hook, line, and sinker. There were the conventional conveniences--like in-unit laundry, high-end finishes, and proximity to public transportation--as well as some truly nice services such as 24/7 security and smart home technology in every room. There was a rooftop lounge with unlimited free coffee and singles events once a month, and a co-working space for those of us, like myself, who worked from home in these post-COVID times. But the amenities that would come to define my time at this ritzy living arrangement were the Olympic-size swimming pool on the first floor and the state-of-the-art fitness center that overlooked it from the second floor. That was where I saw him and where I fought for him. The story of how I ended up here is a bit less glamorous. I moved into this new luxury apartment building following the collapse of my marriage to my high school sweetheart. Flush with cash from the divorce--my ex was kind and stupid enough to forgo a prenup despite his family's wealth--I was determined to emerge from the rubble of my marriage as the baddest bitch in the game. But right then, I was just a shy, fat girl who had lost most of her friends in the divorce along with her figure, stress-eating myself to well over 300 pounds. I remember the first time I stood in front of the mirror in my new apartment. My body, once toned and lean, had changed drastically, now soft and round, a constant reminder of the nights spent comforting myself with food. My belly hung over the waistband of my swimsuit and had recently developed a habit of entering the room before the rest of me. My thighs, once slim and strong, now touched and rubbed against each other, creating an uncomfortable chafing that I had grown used to. I had started wearing only skirts and dresses as I was tired of squeezing into ever-shrinking pants only for each and every one of them to burst at the inner inseam from the aforementioned friction created by my ginormous gams. My arms were flabby, with fat spilling over the edges of my bra and jiggling whenever I moved. The sleeve tattoos I was so proud of had started to warp and distort as the surface area of the ham hocks I called my arms expanded. My face had become fuller, with a double chin that I couldn't hide, no matter how I positioned myself. My face is always the first place that shows any change in my weight and suddenly not being able to recognize myself in the mirror somehow made it easier to continue to let myself go. I didn't know the rapidly expanding silhouette that I caught in my peripherals while avoiding taking a good hard look at what I had become. Fat. I had gotten super fucking fat and I hated it. Each day, I would see other young women at the pool, their bodies sleek and toned, effortlessly graceful in their bikinis. They moved with a confidence I envied, their flat stomachs and sculpted legs a stark contrast to my own reflection. I never introduced myself or anything, but I started to notice other tenants taking advantage of the pool, especially the ones who made me feel like a whale. There was the professional-looking black woman with her lithe, runner's build and long, lean legs. Then there was the younger red head with a perfectly proportioned hourglass figure, her curves accentuated by her tiny waist and an almost cartoonishly sculpted booty. But the worst was the little blonde woman whose abs were so defined you could see them through her one-piece as she seemed to glide through the water with the ease of a professional swimmer. The worst part was that the little blonde woman was a relatively new mom with the body of a teenage gymnast while I was proudly child-free but still rocking an overinflated mom-bod. Driven by a mix of self-loathing and determination to the point of desperation, I started spending all my free time in the fitness center overlooking the pool, watching my motivation from afar. Namely, the lifeguard. From the first day I toured the apartment I was smitten with the lifeguard at the community pool who caught my eye. He was tall, with a muscular build that suggested hours of dedication to his own fitness. His broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, and his arms were strong and defined, his vascular system visible under his tanned skin. His dark hair was always slightly tousled, and his blue eyes had a way of catching the light that made my heart flutter, another reason I decided to cool it on the cholesterol. His easy smile and the way he moved with confidence were mesmerizing. For the next ten months, I went to the gym religiously. My routine became my new obsession. Mornings started with an intense cardio session--treadmill, elliptical, or cycling. While originally I relied heavily on the "30 minutes at 3 mph at 12% incline" treadmill trick all the fitness girlies were touting on TikTok, soon I started pushing myself to run faster, cycle harder, and break through my physical and mental barriers. Afternoons were for strength training. Initially afraid lifting weights would make me look "bulky," it wasn't until I got over that hang up and started lifting heavy that I really started to see results. I focused on different muscle groups each day: legs, arms, back, and core. Squats, deadlifts, bench presses, and planks became part of my daily routine. I was working out literally whenever I could get a machine at the fitness center, even taking work meetings from the gym. I overhauled my diet, cutting out process foods and sugars. I tracked every calorie, ensuring I stayed in a deficit. "Calories In, Calories Out" became my mantra, well aware that no matter how hard or often I worked out I couldn't outrun the high-fat, carb-obsessed diet I had been on for the last several years. In its place, vegetables, lean proteins, and whole grains became my mainstays. I learned to cook healthy recipes and found joy in nourishing my body with wholesome foods as opposed to the quick and easy junk food options I had relied upon before. Each pound lost felt like a small victory, and I began to see changes in the mirror. My belly started to shrink, my thighs became less bulky, and my arms grew more defined. But it was my face that saw the most dramatic change, especially as I started lymphatic draining as a way to cure the "moon-face" I tend to develop as soon as I start gaining weight. As the puffiness of my face receded and my cheekbones finally came into view, I started noticing that I was once again being looked upon by passing men with something other than pity and distain. In fact, in some cases I actually felt like I was being checked out and it felt good. Even before I got fat my ex stopped looking at me like that. But with dramatic weight loss came another reality: loose skin. My belly, once stretched tight with fat, now hung in folds. My arms, though thinner, had flaps of skin that jiggled with every move. My thighs, though smaller, noticeably sagged right where I wanted to wear cute cutoffs. My transformation was bittersweet. While I had lost over 150 pounds and gotten my figure more in line with what society deems attractive, my loose skin is a constant reminder of my past life as a porker. When the swim season started back up the following summer, I was excited to show off my new revenge body. Revenge against my ex-husband who took my body for granted when it was in its prime, and revenge against the lifeguard whom I had barely spoken to for presumably not mutually returning my yearning for physical contact. I wanted to show him that the shy, fat girl from last summer was gone and a bad bitch stood in her place. I strutted to the pool in a new, somewhat revealing one-piece, my confidence wavering but bolstered by the changed I had worked so hard to achieve. I looked dramatically different--my face was thinner, my waist had returned smaller than ever, and I had a figure that, in clothes, looked enviable. But beneath the swimsuit, the price of my transformation was evident. The loose skin made me self-conscious and I often found myself tugging at my swimsuit to hide the sagging folds. Despite my efforts and attempts to flaunt my new figure, my crush still didn't seem to notice me. I showed up every day, incorporated swimming into my daily fitness regimen, and even started getting more daring when it came to my swimsuit style. I had successfully initiated small talk a few times, a small victory, but at this point I was desperate for any sign of progress. In those brief exchanges I tried to strike up conversations about working out since it was clear that both of us did. But he was never more expressive than a couple of polite pleasantries. One afternoon, after another swim where I felt invisible and ready to give up completely, I couldn't take it anymore. I approached him, my heart pounding out of my chest (at least now I'm pretty sure that's not a health condition at this point). "Jake," I said, my voice trembling, "can I talk to you for a second?" He looked up from his spot by the pool, a surprised expression crossing his face. "Sure, what's up?" I took a deep breath, summoning all my courage. "I've been trying to get your attention for a while now. I thought maybe...after all the work I've done on myself this year, you'd notice me." He looked genuinely puzzled. "I'm sorry, but I don't recognize you. When did you move in?" "A year ago," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "I was much heavier then." His eyes widened in realization. "You're the woman who used to swim here last summer?" I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I lost over 150 pounds, but...I feel like I don't measure up." I gestured over to the other women at the pool, their skin taught against their young bodies, unmarred by the scars and stretchmarks that pocked seemingly every inch of my still-young body. Jake stood up, directing his dreamy eyes directly at mine. "I noticed you when you first moved in last year," he said. "You stood out among the skinny women I see every day, and I found you very attractive. But I was new to the job and didn't want to risk it. I looked for you when I came back this summer, and when I didn't recognize you, I assumed that the gorgeous fat girl I had spend the last summer crushing on had moved away." I stood there in utter shock. His words stunned me, but also his earnestness. But I was also feeling my world collapsing in on me. I had spent the last year of my life changing everything about myself to impress someone who liked me from day one. If only I had said something last year, if only I wasn't so consumed in self-hatred I could've found someone to love me and my body as it was and in all honestly will likely return to in due time. Not only was I too small for him now, but my loose skin made me more self-conscious than I ever was even at my fattest. Desperate and emboldened by his admission, I offered him an unexpected proposition: "Wanna spend the rest of the summer helping me gain the weight back?" He eagerly agreed, and the summer passed in a blissful haze of shared meals and lazy afternoons by the pool. As we spent time together, I began to embrace my body, loose skin and all. His acceptance and attraction to my former, fuller figure helped me see myself in a new light. One evening, as we sat by the pool watching the sunset, Jake turned to me, his expression serious. "You know, I never really cared about the weight. It was your confidence and your determination that drew me in." I looked at him, feeling tears prick the corners of my eyes. "I spent so long trying to change myself, to fit into a mold that I thought was necessary to be loved." Jake took my hand, squeezing it gently. "You don't need to change for anyone. Just be yourself. That's who I fell for." A year later, we were both easily over 100 pounds heavier and happier than ever. Jake had moved in with me, and we spent our days reveling in our shared life, content in the knowledge that we had found each other exactly when we needed to.

Hi friends! I just joined Curvage and so far I love it! Everyone has been so sweet ☺️ I want to introduce myself to the community, My name is Miss Meow aka Pretty Fat Kitty🐱 I’m here to embrace my new mom bod, as I breastfeed my way into this journey of motherhood, I definitely need a little bit of a pick me up to feel better about myself and I’m excited to be here to do so. I’m 203lbs, 5’3 and I love to overeat healthy foods! My fupa, love handles, milky boobs and stretch marks are my trophy for giving birth to the most beautiful baby. What better way than to show off my natural curves in celebration of life?! Anyways, thank you everyone for welcoming me. I’m hoping to be a model for the site one day and find my niche here. In the meantime, let’s chat! My question of the day is what type of content does everyone want to see from me? With love, xxx Miss Meow 💋

It’s been six weeks since I gave birth, and it seems like my belly has been happily growing again ever since. Soon, I’ll be able to hit the gym—not to shrink down, but to enhance my curves even more. I’m looking forward to building my glutes and legs while shaping my waist to emphasize my figure even further. Many women tell me how hard they worked to lose weight after pregnancy, aiming to fit into smaller sizes again. When I mention that I’ve actually gone up one or two sizes and have treated myself to a whole new wardrobe, the response is almost always: “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll lose that within a year!” But my answer is simple: “Don’t get me wrong—I’m not trying to lose anything. I feel great at this weight, and I love how I look. And honestly, I’m really enjoying my new wardrobe!”