sven-50321782 @sven-50321782
It's been months since I last spoke with anyone about myself, but here we go again. I'm 30 years old, which is still young enough to be considered attractive, right? At least that's what my past lovers have told me before they left. Before becoming a recluse, I used to work as a waitress at a popular diner in the city. People would come from all over just to catch a glimpse of my massive ass and tits. I'd take tips for more than just serving their meals.
My life took a drastic turn after I got into an accident that left me with this round belly. I was working late one night when a car ran through the diner's window. The crash left me in hospital for months, undergoing multiple surgeries to repair the damage. I lost my job and my confidence in the process. People began avoiding me because of my new body shape. My lovers stopped coming back.
I've been alone ever since. My home is cluttered with food wrappers and old dirty clothes. The only thing that keeps me company is this bed, which has become my sanctuary over time. I do nothing but sit here for hours on end, nursing my brokenness. You know, it's funny...the more I isolate myself from the world, the more I feel like I've lost all sense of who I am outside of being 'that waitress with a big ass'. It's not a great life to lead but what choice do I have when no one wants anything
