Dating an obese woman
But if your wife puts on weight, there's always Ashley Madison.
It is still OK for others to try to save you from a "fattie," with the guise of faux health concerns to back them up.
Because fat is viewed as inherently unworthy by a society that really needs to check its priorities, my dates and I have grown accustomed to evenings that involve being stared at on the train, in restaurants, and by neighbors. I would still love to exact revenge upon the rabid old man who told my date to move her "fat ass." And because we're dealing with the double whammy of gayness and fat, I could probably start a Tumblr of wide-eyed, open-mouthed onlookers. I've been struggling with body image issues my entire life.
Strangers on the street don't know that I was once the fat kid whose mother had to special-order every uniform.
When people act like I'm a tragic hero for "putting up with" a fat person, my privilege becomes unignorable. I spent a good part of my life believing that I was less of a person because of my weight and another part getting told how great I looked by the very people who made me miserable for years. Nobody has to want to date anyone else, but a basic sense of respect for others shouldn't be too much to ask.
This lack of support hurts, and it hurts that women who create amazing art expect me to treat them poorly because of their size. Our dating lives aren't fodder for tabloid spreads.
There are forums filled with women blasting each other for letting a great guy go because of physical appearance.
Unsolicited comments about weight are, at their core, mean-spirited and rude.
I have a body that I'm growing to accept and even love, but I am not my body.
On a primal level, I find women's bodies wildly attractive.
Yet, I’m reminded that every day, I walk through life with significant privilege because of my body size –- and many of the people I care about don’t.