My curves are not in all the right places but they still bring men to their knees.
This, despite the fact that I have been told that because I am fat I can’t expect to be loved, desired, to have my body worshipped as a temple.
This, despite the fact that I have been told to accept any scraps of attention thrown my way because fat women are not allowed the luxury of standards. Our relationships are punch lines, not love stories.
And yet I have been loved, by men a foot taller than me and just as wide, by men at my height and skinny as a rail. I have been loved by men both plain and handsome. I have been loved by teenage boys and by men twice my age.
Over at The Butter, Sarah Hollowell writes a great essay on being an overweight woman and not settling for relationship clichés.
