As if my being plus sized has somehow earmarked me for failure in life across the board.
Surely, I must sit at home eating ice cream all the time watching reruns.
No law says I have to lower my standards, even though sometimes a guy will make me feel like I do. I’ll never forget the time a friend implied that I should “keep to my own.” Since I am heavy, I guess I need to date a heavy guy. I'm not allowed to be attracted to Chris Evans because he's fit.
A skinny guy would never be attracted to a fat girl. To be clear, I’ve dated guys of all shapes and sizes.
Another I will never forget, but not because it was so tactful: “I would have sex with you, but I’d never be able to introduce you to my friends or family.” I’m not an alien!
In fact, I happen to be a very friendly person with a solid sense of humor.
They hide behind compliments that are really back-handed insults like, “There’s so much more of you for me to squeeze.” It’s hard to remember that if a guy’s a douchebag, I don’t want him anyway. But sometimes all I can remember is the sting of rejection, his cruel remark, or him looking through me to the skinny model in the corner.
Not just because men (and women) treat you differently or because single women can be competitive, but because I am my own worst enemy.I impose the most rules, restrictions, and justifications in my life.As the chief lawmaker of my own village, I abide by a somewhat irrational code of conduct.I wrote this for the Bold Italic, for whom I had a short-lived freelance writing career.They wanted something honest about being my size and dating in Los Angeles.
I’ve been on the receiving end of some rather shocking insults I never would have dreamt a person could say.