I was supposed to have everything under control...A quiet we..
🕑 Added 2025-06-05 12:20:03 +0000 UTC
I was supposed to have everything under control...A quiet weekend by myself. To reset. To get back on track. Maybe even drop a few pounds without my feeder encouraging me to eat.Instead, I spiraled. Hard.Alone in bed, I completely gave in. Surrounded by trash, empty containers, and delivery bags. Now, I'm stuffing myself with greasy fried chicken, sweet heat sauce, mashed potatoes and soda until my belly is painfully tight and swollen. The mess is piling up around me while I lay here, bloated and helpless. I try to adjust, shift around and get comfortable under the weight of my own body.I recorded a full voiceover after filming- a personal, messy, defeated monologue where I reflect on how far I've let myself fall. How different my body feels compared to when I was fit. And how pathetic and addictive this cycle of overeating has become.Completely exposed.Completely undone.This one's intimate, raw and dark- perfect for anyone who loves seeing a feedee broken in by her own cravings.
