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(SSBHM, XWG) “Of the many ways to foster thoughts to our precious students, I ask that you all...” Principal Jensen droned on to the school assembly at the beginning of the year, leaving Chris, a Grade 12 student, bored with his eyes drifting elsewhere. Thankfully, his eyes didn’t have to drift very far considering Barry Briggs was sitting on stage with the other teachers. Mr. Briggs was the school’s gym teacher, and while it would make sense for a gym teacher to be fit, Mr. Briggs was that other stereotype of a gym teacher. He was a chubby, bearish man, likely sitting around 250-300 pounds easily. Chris was able to pretty easily size up his teacher considering he spent most of his time on the internet browsing photos and videos of fat men. Oh how he’d love to see this man blow up a few weight classes, but as far as student-teacher relationships go, Chris had to keep these fantasies to himself. “... and the best way to teach relatability is to lead by example…” While Chris sat

(male, BHM, XWG, addiction) Man, what an exhausting day… I just spent the last few hours unpacking all my stuff into my new apartment, and now I was laying on the couch, not really doing much of anything… Until someone rings my doorbell, which is pretty surprising to me. Who even knows I live here besides my friends and family? To my surprise, when I open the door, standing on the other side is not a human person, but instead a shiny, bulky, metal robot. “Greetings. Thank you so much for staying with us. I will be your new personal assistant, as is provided for each of our tenants. What would you like assistance with?” I didn’t know something like this was part of the deal… I’m still kind of surprised that something like this even exists. I mean, I had heard of certain places that have robots walking around, but I’ve never seen one in person, and I wasn’t expecting this place to be one of them. “Um… I’m good right now, actually,” I say. “Understood. I will leave you alone for now.

(SSBHM, XWG, addiction) I’ve had plenty of time to get used to living life on the larger side, and honestly? I wouldn’t even want to go back. Sure, I get the occasional weird look or concerned comment when I’m out, but at home I’ve never felt better about myself. Guess that’s what fresh, home-cooked meals every day will do to you. … Can I even call them home cooked? I don’t really know where it comes from. It tastes too good for me to really care anyways. And my belly wouldn’t be happy if I were to stop eating it. Speaking of belly, mine has grown a decent amount over the last few months. I’ve developed a pretty respectable overhang, and I’m a proud new owner of some new love handles too. The rest of me has thickened out a little bit, too, but the belly is definitely the highlight. Last time I got weighed – a couple days ago – I was 347 pounds. I had been gaining weight at a pretty consistent rate, but something happened today that changed that forever. I called for my assistant