The (New) Museum of Fat Love

Nov. 3, 2010 at 12:24pm with 64 notes

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.