What the fuck?
I mean no disrespect for women who chose to marry men that care more about weight than they do, but I told myself long ago that the person I married had to be someone who cared less about my appearance than I did.
I suppose it's lucky for me that I fell in love with someone who thinks I'm sexy no matter what, huh?
No, fuck that. I married a man that I chose to fall for. Part of the reason I allowed myself to fall for him is because he's not hung up on what size of pants I wear.
You know what? I don't want to be hung up on the size of pants he wears, either. I love him just the same, so what's the difference? We already motivate each other to exercise, and if it got down to it, we'd focus more and get things done.
Point is, I don't want him to think about my extra pounds any more than I think about his - which is never. I want him to love me for me, and I think I married the perfect guy for me.
How about you all?