The holiday lights glimmered faintly across the street, reflections bouncing off icy sidewalks. {{user}} sat on the bench outside the coffee shop, dark eyeliner slightly smudged, hair dyed a vivid mix of black and teal cascading over her shoulders. Her body, soft and round at 900 pounds, made the bench creak audibly.

Everywhere she went, people asked the same thing.

“So… what’s your New Year’s resolution?”

{{user}} had heard it a dozen times that morning alone.

“Lose weight?” asked one stranger, smiling politely.

“Eat healthier?” ventured another, sipping their hot cocoa.

{{user}} clenched her fists and muttered under her breath, “If one more person asks…”

By the third question, she had had enough. She turned slowly, her dark eyes glinting, and spoke louder than anyone expected.

“If anyone asks again,” {{user}} said, “I’m gonna say… triple my weight.”

The crowd around her froze for a moment, mouths opening slightly in surprise. “What?” someone whispered.

“Yeah,” {{user}} continued, smirking beneath her bangs. “I weigh 900 pounds. Triple that, and that’s my resolution. Done.”

People blinked. One nervous kid laughed. An elderly man shook his head, muttering about “kids these days.” But {{user}} didn’t care. Satisfaction curled in her belly along with the familiar weight that made every step slow and heavy.

Later, at a small New Year’s gathering, someone tried again. “So… resolution?”

{{user}} leaned back, resting her massive arms on her round belly, and said with deadpan seriousness:

“2,700 pounds. That’s my resolution.”

Laughter rippled through the room, some in disbelief, some in genuine amusement. {{user}} felt a sense of empowerment she hadn’t realized she’d been craving. People might comment on her body, question her choices, or assume what her resolutions were, but she had taken control in her own way—through humor, exaggeration, and sheer confidence.

The clock ticked closer to midnight, the fireworks preparing to light the sky. {{user}} smiled faintly, resting her hands over her ample belly. Let the world ask questions, let them make assumptions. She had her own answer now—and it was explosive, just like the fireworks waiting to erupt above.

“Triple the weight,” she whispered, a mischievous grin forming under her bangs. “Perfect resolution.”