We don't have magic vaginas, and our breasts don't do any special tricks - well besides the usual, like feed or comfort people.įat women are just as hot and sexually gifted as women of other shapes, sizes, and abilities. I'll tell you what it's like: It's as amazing and fun as having sex with anyone who's into having sex with you. Don't act like we're in a relationship if all you really want is to experience what sex with a fat woman is like. If you modify your behavior and wants to what you think will protect you from criticism and/or ridicule, then you need help because that kind of self-loathing will only grow until it has destroyed you. But if you find larger women hot and you want to have sex with them without being associated in public with them, that's emotionally abusive.Įveryone should have the freedom to express their desires openly (as long as there's consent from both parties). It's one thing if you're not into fat women - everyone has their preferences, and not every body type appeals to everyone. They're OK with banging a fat girl, but they don't want to hang out with her - someone might judge them for it. It's just a sad fact: Many men who are sexually attracted to fat women are ashamed of it. I had hoped that, in this age of body positivity, men would no longer need to hide their desires when it comes to fat women.īut I was wrong. If I was still his secret shame, I might not have met my next boyfriend, so thanks, athletic asshole. Otherwise, I might still be trying to prove to him that I was worth any shit he might have gotten from other people.
He did me a favor by not continuing to lead me on. He dumped me soon after that conversation. When I realized he was ashamed of being seen with me, I felt as if I had been punched in the stomach - a place where much of my pain already resided. He was super fit, so obviously that's the kind of woman he wanted to be associated with, the kind he could be seen with at the Indian place. He needed to keep our relationship on the DL so that no one would ever suspect that he enjoyed spending time with me - a fat woman. The underlining meaning was clear - he couldn't take the chance that someone he knew would see him with me. "No! We might run into one of my buddies," he said, moving his body further away from me. "I'm hungry, let's check out that new Indian place around the corner." "We have everything we need here," he answered while simultaneously distracting me by caressing my shoulder blades.