On being fat and hot

I wrote the following in response to an interesting article[1] at Red No. 3 on fat admirers (FAs). Basically, I don't want to be loved in spite of my fat, or because of it -- I want people to love me for me, and to find me hot because they find me hot.

First I dated men who were with me despite my weight. Then I dated a man who thought I wasn't quite fat enough, and a lightbulb went off in my brain. That was when I stopped settling for anyone who was settling for me. Next, I met and married a woman who wrote a poem about my "Venus bundles of curves" and could sit and look at me all day. I was truly admired and she thought that not only was I hot, but so hot that she couldn't imagine that everyone wouldn't see it.

Nowadays, I still don't settle, and when I walk down the street with my lovers and they admire women who look a lot like me, it just makes me really glad I traded up.

[1] Not going to get into how idiotic I find the phrase "differently-straight". ;-)