Dating is so incredibly hard. I’ve always been able to exude confidence, but when it comes to my weight and men, confidence is more difficult to come by. . . . As a woman of weight I’ve somehow convinced myself for a hot, fit, charming, intelligent man to have interest in me... something MUST be wrong with him, right? . . . Society has pounded it into our brains that fit, modelesque people belong together. . . . Pardon my French, but I hope this is bullshit. I just want to have the chance to meet and fall in love with someone without worrying with all these physical standards the world tells us we have to live by. . . . I mean, look at the selfie. That’s me! I’m actually quite modest, but that face belongs to a beautiful woman who happens to weigh 248 pounds right now. She loves to write poetry, talks too much sometimes, wants to save the princess in super MARIO at least once, hopes to inspire at least one soul before she dies, treats her cats like children, finds it hard to be wrong but is willing to be so especially when truth and justice win... she’s beautiful and for all the weight she... I carry on the outside, I’ve got so much room to love someone. . . . So I can relax, that exceptionally handsome man that sends me a smiling picture everyday, really does like me. He really does care. Not just about the face in the picture, but the body behind it. * * * #datingishard #datingadvice #fatgirlproblems #fatgirlrant #fatgirlrant #jsydswritings #jsydsjourney #lesstobemore #lovemeforme