Men!

I’ve always been quite distressed over the philosophy that the Obese women of this society are of less value and don’t deserve to be unconditionally loved. Why?

I’ve thought a lot about this lately. I know that being an obese woman - I am viewed quite differently by most men. I am devalued. Since losing weight (I’m still not at goal) I have seen how men treat me differently. Total strangers flirt with me. Some of them actually take the time to ask for my phone number or give me theirs. Amazing! Scary, at times. Recently a man offered me his home phone number and asked me to call him. He said he’d love to take me to dinner. Me? Well, why not?

He was an attractive gentleman. As I recalled the story to a friend of mine, I felt sad that I had mentioned his looks. Did the fact that an attractive man thought enough of me to ask for my number make the story better? Did that say that I was more valued? To me, I would have been just as flattered if an unattractive man had asked. But would I have mentioned that part of the story to my friend? As I related the story to another, the first question out of her mouth was, “what did he look like?” “Oh!” - I thought, “why would that matter?” However, it does.

As I thought further about this encounter with the attractive man, I got a little upset. Angry, perhaps. Just a year or so ago, men didn’t even recognize I existed. Men rarely opened doors for me. They rarely smiled at me and they certainly NEVER asked for my phone number. AND I’m sure the thought of me having their number would have sent them into a frenzy. The mere thought of a Morbidly Obese woman calling them would have grossed them out.

Sure, attraction has something to do with that. Many men do not find Obese women sexually attractive. However some do. Those men haven’t ever lived in my town. I’m not sure there are many of them. Maybe 2 or 3 exist on this planet. I’m pretty sure I’ve never met one.

But what about friendship? Am I not worthy of friendship, because of the number on my scale? Perhaps, I’m not worthy because if we should ever go out in public, others would stare and wonder what bet he had lost to have to accompany that woman. It’s all negative.

I heard it frequently during my marriage. My ex-husband is attractive and many times I would hear the comments - “Wow, he’s good-looking.” “That’s your husband?” (NO! I just said that to see your response - my real husband is the troll under the I-40 bridge! Does that make more sense to you?)

Recently, I was watching a program on Cable about the World’s Fattest Man. (Fat isn’t a nice word, so I’ll call him - The World’s Fluffiest Man.) Okay, this man who hasn’t left his home in over 5 years and who at one time weighed more than a Ton got married. I think for him, this is wonderful. I wish him many years of happiness. BUT it made me stop and think - a woman would be willing to marry The Fluffiest Man in the World - but a man wouldn’t even consider dating a woman who might be ten pounds overweight. Dating? They wouldn’t be willing to give them some type of consideration and maybe open the door for them.

I would be willing to date an obese man. I have, actually, dated several. I am able to look past the looks - the fluffier than most exterior - and look at the heart. Is he sweet? Is he spiritual? Does his mind stimulate my mind? Does he make me laugh? Do I make him happy? Do we have things in common? These things matter to me. I don’t really care what his exterior looks like. As we all age, we will all lose the good looks, we’ve been blessed with, anyway. And in the end, it’s the heart, soul and mind of that person that truly matters.

So why doesn’t my heart, soul and mind matter most?

“Some people, no matter how old they get, never lose their beauty - they merely
move it from their faces into their hearts.” … Martin Buxbaum

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