I Got Sucked Into The Body Positive Movement, Ruining My Health For It

When I got my job I ended up working with Mr. Know It All. Cars, he knows about them. Houses, he knows about them. Politics, he knows about it. Women's health, he knows about it. I learned that he does in fact know about it, and not paying attention to him was a costly mistake. He started to pay close attention to my health. And that included my reproductive cycle, which was way off and causing me a lot of problems.

I was going to a doctor, and an endocrinologist. Mr. K (I will just call him that) deduced that my problems had nothing to do with my hormones, but had everything to do with the supplements I was taking. In particular testosterone and steroids. He ordered me to stop, quit, period. He pointed to the mustache over my lips, and asked me if I had grown a clit, he told me my 'pussy' smelled bad, I had pecs not tits, being a 'hard ass' was a character trait, but no man wanted to grab a hard 'ass'. Mr. K was not pleased with me, "I love you but I do not like you".

My life was the gym, and body building. I had competed well locally. He told me that none of the competition were 'women', they were freaks, and he wanted me to walk, talk and smell like a woman. Soft face, soft tits, soft ass, and pussy worth fucking. Basically, quit the gym and body positive world, make myself 'fuckable' for him.

I was at 140 pounds of muscle with very little body fat. He ordered me to double my body fat, and get my reproductive cycle in order. No more pimples. And my clit was ridiculous, yes he had checked. At that time I was completely depilated, lasered. He wanted a bush, a regular ass bush. And to stop the Clorox treatment on my asshole. Yes, he checked that too.

I didn't get much support from my gym group. Especially not from my trainer. I had worked at my body image for six years, and now I was supposed to throw it all away because some Know It All told me. He got rid of all the supplements I had in my apartment. He got rid of the birth control I had in my apartment, I wasn't even sexually active. He insisted I go cold turkey, suffer through it. That wasn't the hard part, the not going to gym was. He told me pecks weren't tits and he didn't want a dick when he was fucking me.

I gained 22 pounds in two months. I went through some very bad stomach issues. I had head trips. And he didn't care one bit about it. Withdrawal was normal, first withdrawal, then get normal. All in all, to get to the way he liked me took two years. I didn't go back on birth control until a year after he took me off it. He didn't fuck me until over a year after he told me to go cold turkey.

The first 'fuck' was awful. I didn't get wet or lubricated, and he had to 'force' his dick in me. I had to use a lubricant, because my vagina didn't cooperate. My hormone balance was still off, although I was on a regular cycle. I didn't start lubricating properly for another year. I was 29 before I was able to 'fuck' properly. I got pregnant, because Mr. K insisted on it. Now that I was normal, I was to push those babies out for him.

Now that I'm forty, and I have my kids all normal, and I have a regularized hormone balance and get wet pretty easily, I look back on that period of my life before Mr. K took over from me. I like sex, I really do, and Mr. K is all for me. I did not have sex for seven years until Mr. K had sex with me. I was sucked into the 'body positive' lie and I paid the price for it. I now have tits, and my pussy is soft and my clit is normal and I have soft glutes and a tummy. I look at some of those old photographs and I can't believe that I was that 'freak'. Mr. K saw it and he took me seriously. I can tell you, that having a baby on the 'tit' is a wonderful experience, especially when your tits are baby pillows.