I was looking forward to my week off of work...but now I'm dreading it.
I don't want to make this a long-winded story, because it really is, so I'll try to summarize as best as possible. It's still long. Basically, I met someone online about two years ago and friendship has become something more. He's coming here soon, and staying for a week.
He's seen pictures of me, but I'm pretty darn good at the 'fat girl angle shot' if I say so myself, and so I don't think he truly -realizes- how big I am. We've also talked on webcam quite a bit, but because I'm so short, the camera doesn't show much above my chest. Sorry for the blacked out faces on the last picture; I was posting it on a notorious forum website asking for 'weight loss progress pics,' and didn't want my face seen.
Well, I had a sneaking suspicion I'd be meeting him one day, so I got serious about weight loss in January. I figured I'd be a decent size by June, when we had tentative plans to go to Vegas for his 21st birthday. Well, those plans fell through, and thank God...because I only managed to get down to 170!
Then, in mid-July we finally talked about our feelings for each other, and made plans for him to come out here for Thanksgiving. I figured I had enough time by Thanksgiving to kick it into higher gear and drop enough weight.
Once again, no such luck. I stuck to my diet and exercise, and switched up my exercise so my body wouldn't get too comfy. The weight loss crawled at a snails pace, and then I plateaued at the beginning of October.
I finally told him everything in a recent email, except I left out exactly how much I weigh. I just stated I'm at the 'high end of my healthy weight range,' which is kind of a lie by 8ibs, but I just couldn't bare to tell him I'm overweight. x_x I just basically said I gained a bunch of weight, and then began losing in January, and wasn't at my goal now. That I was chubby, and look chubby, and knew he'd find me chubby.
He says he doesn't care, that he loves me for me, and that 'even if you're right and you are chubby, you're still you, and that's amazing.' Which is sweet and everything, but...I have such a hard time believing it.
Mostly because of this story he told me once about how this 'fat girl' was stalking him in high school. He seemed very fixated on the fact that she was fat. And when I said in the letter that, 'I know you don't like fat chicks, but I'm chubby, and I know you'll think I'm chubby,' he never refuted that he hates fat chicks.
My greatest fear is that he gets here, and he's disgusted by me, but he has to pretend not to be for a whole week since he's stuck here. This is especially depressing because I really do love him, and I'm positive he loves me. We get along well on every level, have so much in common, enjoy the same things, and really appreciate each other's personalities.
...but you can love someone and still find them completely and utterly unattractive, and that's kind of a relationship killer.
What do I do? How can I be comfortable around him? How do I know if he really does like me for me, or isn't just acting because he's stuck with me for a week?



