We hate when you try to hook us up, throwing out the caveat that s/he “doesn’t care about looks.” We are invisible to them and our disillusionment is invisible to you.
You wait with baited breath for our resounding “girl, you know you’re not fat,” a small validation of what you already know. It hurts not because we are fat, but because you do not see the humanity beyond the size of our bodies. The size of our bodies doesn’t mean that we have enough strength to carry the weight of your insecurities on our shoulders. Our bodies are not your motivation to go to the gym.
Your friendships with us should not be based on the ability of our bodies to ease your shortcomings. Any man would be lucky to have you” whenever we mumble a complaint.