Andrew and I first saw each other when I was working at a dive bar. It wasn’t until a couple weeks later that we were actually introduced to one another. He still makes fun of me for our first encounter because I had enough courage to sit down at the table he was at, but I was totally stumped at what to say. We did not have a very good first conversation because I was too nervous to talk to him. But eventually I got over that and we have been together ever since.
We recently got married on Oct. 9th of this year. I feel very lucky to have met and married this wonderful man. I have always been fat, he has always been skinny. He has always loved my body and found me sexy. He supports me with what I want to do in life and I support him as well. I feel like this is a partnership that will last a long time because not only do we love each other but we also respect and believe in each other.
My husband and I run a small hotel in the Scottish Borders, and have a three-year-old daughter. We met in 1997, were ‘just friends’ for 6 months, and engaged by Christmas. Definitely love (and lust) which have lasted and grown even through the stresses of self-employment, depression (both of us), childlessness and surprise pregnancy….
This is not a “good” photo of me, but it shows both love and in-love, and as such I wanted to send it.
I met my soulmate online, we spent 3 months chatting on MSN from the moment we woke up to the moment we went to sleep, over that time we told each other everything about ourselves and had fallen for each other before we had even met. The 12th June 2008 was the day that changed my life, the day I went to meet my partner at the train station, and the day we first set eyes upon each other in the flesh. I was terrified that there would be too much flesh of mine for him to see, I had never had a relationship before, and had never had any positive attention from males (not that this is a measure of anyone’s worth, but at the time when people I was surrounded with all had boyfriends of their own it was disheartening.) It was a revelation to know that I could be attractive to someone out there, that I could be loved. Despite initially having to be long-distance whilst we both studied at different universities, things progressed rather quickly (too quickly some people said) we’d proclaimed our love for each other and he moved to the city I lived in to be closer to me. Within 2 years we were living with each other, then engaged. We got married in August this year and despite protestations from some people in our lives I know it was the right choice. I am 100% head over heels for this man and my love is returned two fold, he is ‘the one’ and despite our completely different bodies we both appreciate every inch of skin.
Spin and I met on OKCupid (oh, the online dating) and it all started when I offered to make him a sandwich. We then had a whirlwind 6 months before we decided to move in together (when you know, you just know). Almost three years, a dog, a mortgage and an engagement later and we are still terribly in love with each other.
Friday evening, a group of fat (and fat-allied!) New Yorkers protested Marie Claire’s anti-fat blog by gathering outside of Hearst Tower for a “kiss-in”. Substantia Jones of the venerable Adipositivity Project, who helped organize the event, was also on hand to photograph it!
Way to fight hate with fatty fatty love!
Will and I met on the Internet, purely by accident. I thought he was pretty cool and vice versa, so within a week he was at my doorstep. An afternoon together turned into an all-day affair - lunch at a cozy Italian place, him actually suffering through The Devil Wears Prada, and eventually kissing.
I went back to college, he attended Formal with me, and several frenzied, love-filled months later, a proposal. Which I accepted, naturally.
I feel like weight was never really an issue with us. At all. We just met, started hanging out, and fell in love. Neither of us had a second thought about our weights in the context of love - we loved the person, no matter what shape the person in question happened to fill. It was natural.
Five months ago, we got married. I don’t really think I’ll ever look back. I had a lot of dysfunctional relationships in my past, but the way things are now, nothing’s ever felt so right. I have someone that can look past my imperfections, my clumsiness and my awkward way with words. Someone who is supportive of anything I do. I wouldn’t give that up for the world on a silver platter. Most importantly, I haven’t had to give up any part of myself - weight, feminism, general goofiness - it’s all there, and it’s all loved, because it’s all me.
I’m Ann. Jesse has been my significant other for 12.5 years; we’ve been sharing an apartment since 2000. We met in college, when he was a sophomore and I was a freshman. We were each dating other people at the time, but within a year we’d ended our respective relationships. After a lot of friendly conversation that I guess one could call “flirting” and an exchange of mix tapes and M&Ms, I confessed my crush via email. I wasn’t really surprised when he returned the sentiment.
We’ve both gained weight over the years — 80 pounds on my part — but it hasn’t mattered. We’re both happy techie introverts who just really like hanging out with each other, and our relationship gets better every year. He’s hilarious and smart and kind, and I’m pretty sure he likes me, too.
My husband and I have been together for almost 9 years. I am so fortunate that he really loves the heck out of me. He adores me for ME. He loves my loud mouth, my passion and my big ‘ol booty!
Mike and I met on facebook 3 years ago. I could tell he was interested in me and was sort of pursuing me but he was in the midst of a deep depression resulting from a terrible breakup and I was not really looking for a relationship. We spent a lot of time talking online - often till dawn, and the all day while I was at work.
In the beginning we developed a friendship and I was mostly counseling and supporting him. I had just recovered from a bad breakup myself and was able to relate to his experience and assure him that he would eventually recover. We discovered how much we had in common. We are both artists and have a dark, twisted sense of humor. I focused on cheering him up.
As he started to feel better, he began becoming more and more flirty with me. I had doubts about becoming involved with someone so soon after a breakup as I didn’t think he would be in a good place for a new relationship. I said ” As your therapist, I can say that I don’t think you’re ready, but I kind of wish you were.” He decided he was.
On our first date he was so nervous he was trembling. He gazed at me and said “Oh my God, you’re killing me.” Confused, I asked why. I didn’t think I was doing anything. “You’re so gorgeous” he said. My last boyfriend had never once said I was pretty so I got a little choked up at finally hearing something I had wanted so badly. After he told me I had the body of a 20 year old ( I was 39) I was done for.
We have been together non-stop since then. It has become the best, healthiest relationship of my life. We are endlessly supportive of each other and madly in love. Mike’s unconditional acceptance of me has helped me to accept myself and my body in a way I was never able to before. He is so loving and sweet and committed to me, I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. I am very lucky.