I've asked some of my friends to contribute. Meet Meg, a friend from college who now lives in LA while she slowly plots to overthrow the evil corporation she works for. I love Meghan because of her wit and shrewd humor and I wanted her to be my first guest writer.
Also, have you heard about Yaz? That commercial that runs every 3 minutes? Meg is on Yaz. It's made her a busty borad. Homegirl is racked. Her boyfriend sent Yaz a bouquet in thanks.
The Fat Girl Dates a Skinny Man
I was at my near heaviest when I met the ex. I could make excuses for how heavy I was at the time, like how I had just gotten back from a year in
or how I had just recovered from a knee injury that left me in a leg immobilizer for 7 months, but the truth is: I really, really, really like food. Bad food. Food that is coated in bacon and deep fried. Or made of sugar. Or syrup. Or all of the above. I was a size 16 pushing 18 and looked it. Let's be honest, I looked worse.
When I met the ex, I thought there wasn't a chance in hell that he could look at me twice. The man was the size of my calf. He was a marathon runner, a health nut and weighed in at a hefty 145. I hadn't been 145 since birth. But...he did notice me, and we dated. Over the course of the 9 months we dated I dropped about 10 lbs. It wasn't for health reasons ,it was solely because being with him I was so self conscious I was too embarrassed to eat the food I normally would. I was ashamed. To say it was a bad relationship would be putting it lightly.
I became even more ashamed when he cheated on me with a size 4 woman. See, the ex was incredibly vain. He didn't honestly view me as an overweight person, but as soon as the new girl pointed out that he was dating a fatty his view changed. I was no longer someone to be respected or regarded: I was fat. Ergo, disgusting and worthless. He was a prince among men, he was.
After that relationship ended I took account of my life. I dropped 30 lbs. At first it was because I was heartbroken and just couldn't eat. Then it became about revenge. Sweet, sweet revenge. Then...well, it became about me liking the fact that I could zip up my pants without having to lay on the bed and sucking in.
I started to regain some of the self confidence I had lost. I realized that the entire time I dated him I was on edge. I was uncomfortable in my own skin, all 200+ pounds of it. I am still struggling with my weight. It's a day to day battle to make the right choice of a salad over a turkey melt and fries (mmmm), but I am trying. Solely because I don't want to ever again be that girl who doubted that she could get the guy, and then stayed with him, despite being treated like trash, because she didn't think she deserved any better.
Oh and side note, what grown man weighs 145? Seriously? Asshat.