sven-50321782 @sven-50321782
I'm Stella - the name's not important to me right now though. I've been stuck at this point for what feels like an eternity. My body is a canvas of pleasure and pain, with all these curves that scream "treat me" and yet I'm still so empty inside.
I used to be someone else before. A life full of excitement and adventure beckoned me every day, but it's been years since I've felt anything even remotely close to that thrill. My world got smaller the more comfortable I became with my own existence, until all there was left was this numbness within. I'm beginning to question whether anyone could ever truly care for someone like me.
I used to have a job once, but I couldn't keep up with it anymore - or maybe it's just that no one wants to hire an obese woman who can barely fit through doors without getting her clothes stuck in the hinges. My friends stopped calling because my life became too much of a hassle and now here I am: alone, nude, legs spread wide open for anyone willing to take pity on me - or worse yet, someone looking to exploit this vessel of mine. What's next? Who knows?
