O.k., that’s me about 8 years ago when Hubby and I moved in with his parents after our relocation from Detroit to Georgia. The décor of the junk room we were staying in was almost as bad as my lifestyle. Notice the ice cream sandwich, Diet Coke next to the Evil cigarettes on the upscale glass and brass coffee/table lamp. So functional.
I posted this pic so that you know that I definitely have a frame of reference when I say how ridiculous I thought the premier of “More To Love” was last night. If you haven’t seen the promo or it’s not on in your Country (count your blessings), the premise is that a big/tall guy who’s into hefty gals is set up in a mansion with 20 chunky monkeys. Some much chunkier than others by the way. http://www.fox.com/moretolove/
Any who, what I noticed was the fatter they were the harder they cried in the confessional booth thing. It was fucking ridiculous. Oh and the reason why I knew one was fatter than the other was because their weight and size were displayed in a box beside of their sobbing faces. Look, I know what it’s like to be fat but rather than sit around and fucking bawl your eyes out about how nobody asks you out, how bout stop being a slob? It’s possible, trust me.
Admittedly I was lucky. I didn’t get that large and in charge until after hubby and I were married, but he loved me for me and stuck around until I decided to do something about it. He never made ONE shitty remark to me about my weight in the entire 4 years that I was a Hogzilla. However, I do think this photo op was his passive aggressive way of letting me know it was not very cool. But since I’ve lost it, he treats me the same. Don’t get me wrong, he’s happy about it for sure, but even if I was still a pork-pie he’d still love me.
If I was still single and super hammy at this age though, I sure as hell wouldn’t be looking for a guy who was just “IN” to fatties. If he liked me in spite of my fatitude that’s one thing but if it were BECAUSE of it….that’s just weird, I’m sorry. And I also wouldn’t be on national television CRYING about being a lard ass. Pathetic.
Incidentally one of the girls I work with was going to try out for this show but backed out. She is fucking HUGE. Perfectly round and not very cute. Watching the show last night what I can say is that most of the girls did have very beautiful faces and hair so you can see how some guys would still find them attractive even in their weight class. My co-worker wouldn’t have had a chance but you can’t tell her that. She has so much self-confidence that it gags my ass. That’s mean, but it’s true.
I posted this pic so that you know that I definitely have a frame of reference when I say how ridiculous I thought the premier of “More To Love” was last night. If you haven’t seen the promo or it’s not on in your Country (count your blessings), the premise is that a big/tall guy who’s into hefty gals is set up in a mansion with 20 chunky monkeys. Some much chunkier than others by the way. http://www.fox.com/moretolove/
Any who, what I noticed was the fatter they were the harder they cried in the confessional booth thing. It was fucking ridiculous. Oh and the reason why I knew one was fatter than the other was because their weight and size were displayed in a box beside of their sobbing faces. Look, I know what it’s like to be fat but rather than sit around and fucking bawl your eyes out about how nobody asks you out, how bout stop being a slob? It’s possible, trust me.
Admittedly I was lucky. I didn’t get that large and in charge until after hubby and I were married, but he loved me for me and stuck around until I decided to do something about it. He never made ONE shitty remark to me about my weight in the entire 4 years that I was a Hogzilla. However, I do think this photo op was his passive aggressive way of letting me know it was not very cool. But since I’ve lost it, he treats me the same. Don’t get me wrong, he’s happy about it for sure, but even if I was still a pork-pie he’d still love me.
If I was still single and super hammy at this age though, I sure as hell wouldn’t be looking for a guy who was just “IN” to fatties. If he liked me in spite of my fatitude that’s one thing but if it were BECAUSE of it….that’s just weird, I’m sorry. And I also wouldn’t be on national television CRYING about being a lard ass. Pathetic.
Incidentally one of the girls I work with was going to try out for this show but backed out. She is fucking HUGE. Perfectly round and not very cute. Watching the show last night what I can say is that most of the girls did have very beautiful faces and hair so you can see how some guys would still find them attractive even in their weight class. My co-worker wouldn’t have had a chance but you can’t tell her that. She has so much self-confidence that it gags my ass. That’s mean, but it’s true.
