I'm a shut-in gamer girl with a roommate who's oblivious to my struggling weight gain. The other day I was home alone, lounging in tight clothes, barely able to zip up my top over my massive breasts, my bulging belly squeezed into my too-tight pants. I walked around barefoot, feeling the cool floor against my feet. My spacious room was cluttered by gaming equipment and empty snack packets from last night's gaming binge. I paused my game to grab another handful of chips, my roommate walked in on me looking like like this. I'm mortified.