Dating my boyfriend hasn’t magically made me okay with my weight’s fluctuations, but what his presence has done it make me feel beautiful in his eyes no matter what, and look at why I might be gaining weight. When I get bad news, I want to soothe myself with salt.In his case, I believe it’s genetic; he’s been heavy since a very young age, and didn’t slim down even when playing football twice a day. That’s something you can’t hide when you live with someone, nor would I want to.READ MORE: What Do You Do When Your Friend Says She’s Fat?I’ll be the first to admit that I am vain; when I can’t fit into a beloved outfit I was planning to wear because of my weight, I get upset.
A guy has expressed serious romantic interest in me.David, one of the men at our table, saw a female colleague across the room and excused himself to go say hello. Several women at the table told Rob point blank that he was an idiot. A couple of men just shook their heads at Rob's comment.When he came back to our table, he gestured in the woman's direction and said that perhaps Rob might be interested in meeting her. She's traveled around the world twice, knows her way around Rome as easily as she does New York City, and she's in the middle of changing careers from teaching to law. I said nothing and my husband squeezed my knee under the table.He knew what I was thinking: I once was the fat girl.There was a time when I was thirty pounds heavier than I am now, but no one at our table knew me when I was "fat." I don't exactly go out of my way to tell people this little bit of information.