The (New) Museum of Fat Love

Oct. 30, 2010 at 2:00pm with 43 notes

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.