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|11-21-2006, 06:39 PM||#1|
Join Date: Oct 2005
Big Sister - by Larry/Observer (~BBW, Eating, WG)
~BBW, Eating, WG - a brother's narrative of his sister's blossoming
by Larry as told to The Observer
I first noticed it when I was in the sixth grade. My sister, two years older than me, was bigger than most girls her age. She was happy and really I didn’t care. I’d seen other chubby girls and thought some of them cute. But it did cause me to start paying more attention to what Kristy, my sister, liked to eat.
She wasn’t addicted to candy and sweets. Her breakfasts were what the family had – eggs and toast with marmalade, cheerios with bananas, pancakes, an occasional omelet. She wasn’t finicky – just ate what was provided.
Lunches again were standard – sandwich, piece of fruit, a boxed juice and usually a cookie or fruit bar. Pretty standard fare and our mom kept things varied enough that Kristy never complained – except about raisin bread. The slices were rather small and she liked to have two sandwiches, not just one, when that variety was used. Our mom went along with this request, so it was no issue.
Suppers were normal as well. Meat, veggies and carbos – whether it was potatoes, noodle or rice. Kristy rarely missed a meal, but the food was all good and I never heard her complain,
So why, in the 8th grade, did she weigh maybe 20-25 pounds more than others of her age and height?
The best I could figure out, Kristy liked snacks. Not junk food like cheese puffs and soda mind you, but between meal food. In elementary school it had been daily graham crackers and milk when she came home. Now it had progressed to more varied fare. Perhaps a couple of over sized cookies, a pop-tart or two, toaster waffles or an occasional microwaved chicken pot pie. She knew how to use the oven and could make brownies or cupcakes. It was never a lot at any one time, but it had a cumulative effect. Our parents weren’t bothered, she wasn’t, and neither was I.
It was in the ninth grade that things began to change. She started dating, and most dates it seemed involved food. She was also making her own money from part time babysitting, which gave her another eating opportunity plus funds to spend. She was a willing participant in any malt shop invitation, gladly made refreshments for any occasion (and of course sampled her donated goodies). After school treats now included bakery items and burgers. The pounds crept on gradually but she seemed not to notice, or at least care.
She was by this time helping our working mom with the cooking – and making a little side money from that too. She was good at it, with a major use of the oven. She did great casseroles, meat dishes and occasionally desserts. She also began to introduce diversity into the breakfasts. Cornbread, chipped beef with gravy on toast, and designer cereals like Trek Mix Granola (with almonds, cashews, and cranberries). With all the great tasting food who would begrudge the family chef a bit of a bulging midriff?
By 10th grade she was pushing 180 pounds and obviously becoming fat, but her grades were still good and no one, least of all her, seemed to care. By this time my own FA tendencies had surfaced and I wished all fat girls had her disposition. At bowling activities and church socials she packed away pizza slices and desserts without apology. She was now aware of her size and would joke about “having to keep her figure” as she indulged in eating another piece of cake.
Fortunately she was 5’10” and still growing so she carried her weight well. She was in school clubs and had plenty of friends. She still took her lunch bag but frequently supplemented it at school. And while studying she liked to have food around as well. I noticed that she kept a stash in her room. At supper, which she tended to serve family style, she let others go first, then ate plenty herself.
As she entered the 11th grade I became more aware of how unusual her size and attitude were. I found that she was receptive to new food ideas like bite size frozen emplenadas and whole wheat boysenberry Newtons. If I bought them for myself she would trade some of her goodies for mine. We even worked together to make homemade quiche and other dishes succeed. By now her hips were flaring – and I had an idea why: a guy named Harry Phillips.
Henry was a Senior who had a decent part time job – and using money from it to share food with Kristy was to him a joy. They would go to moderately priced places like Sizzler or the Golden Corral a few times a month – plus on weekdays hit Dairy Queen or Krispy Kreme. He was a big guy with an appetite. He enjoyed having someone along that could keep pace and enjoy it.
By the 12th grade Harry had moved on, leaving Kristy probably over 200 pounds – although if she knew she never mentioned it. She found other guys to date and never spoke of dieting. She didn’t get much bigger her senior year but would continue gaining into college, finally plateauing at just over 250.
Now with a BBW wife of my own I recently probed her husband a bit about her feelings in school. He replied rather revealingly “Kristy always knew she’d be a big woman, it was just a given she accepted at an early age and decided to enjoy the ride. I’m ever-grateful her family let her be herself rather than giving her flack.”
Patting my own ample enough gut I replied, “Why should we have? It just runs in the family. I just wish everyone were as wise.”
He grinned in agreement, and his eyes sparkled with the joy of an FA in love with his BBW goddess.
|11-23-2006, 04:47 AM||#2|
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: Central Scotland
Lovely to hear of someone accepting things from such a young age - family support certainly means a lot, but I wonder that there weren't comments from peers, or that if there were they had no effect. I wish I had been so resiliant!
Would love to hear more of what you have to say.