Response to When Did You Realize You Were Beautiful?:
WARNING: Some cliche ass shit is about to said. Stephen (yes, this starts with a man. The most important man of my life. Actually second, my Pop comes first. Anyways!) Stephen… was a guy that I had met on an online dating thingy. One with questions and answers and not a “left swipe” type. We had been talking for a while, hit it off over a conversation about children with disabilities. His brother has down syndrome and I teach an article of law protecting those with disabilities. After a few weeks we decided to go out on a date. We went old school. He picked me up and we went for cheap tacos and beers! But I will never forget when he arrived. He called to make sure he had the right house, and I was walking out of my front door when I see this fine ass specimen of male humanoid. He is about 5’11, dressed impeccably and HOLDING THE CAR DOOR OPEN. …sigh bitches. But there I stood. Frozen. I immediately turned around and pretended to lock the door (I had locked it from the inside.) There I stood, inches from my door. my thought process was something like this: “no way. no fucking way! he is smart and kind, and hot?!. no. He won’t like me. I’m a freaking CHUNK! no way. Oh my God. This is going to go terribly wrong. What have I done?! GUYS LIKE HIM DO NOT LIKE GIRLS LIKE ME.”
-that thought. LITERALLY crossed my mind. So then I turned around and smiled. I melted into him like frosting on a hot cake. Ohhhhhh Mannnn. All night. We laughed, flirted, talked, debated. Whole enchilada! He took me home and I prayed he would call me. We had chemistry. The shit in movies chemistry. He was young, hard working, successful. SMART AS SHIIIIIT! I thought he was the greatest man I had ever met. He called. Here is the rest: Date two 9/2013: Romantic pizza joint in old town. Date three: His favorite restaurant, martinis, his place, Frank Sinatra, and SEX. hahaha YES. It was amazing. Note* this was the date he told me he was an “ass man”. It was then, right then, that I fully believed in Jesus. Just because Stephen was such a one of a kind man. May 2014: Germany first class for my 22nd birthday. #berlinyah He had a giant thing of flowers in the room when we arrived. Also, we had balcony sex. LOL YES! July: We moved across the country together. (Me: HATED it. but sacrificed) March: We move home! (Thank Jesus!!!!) March: WE ARE PLANNING OUR WEDDING!! Note* I was a size 10 when I met him. Now I am a chunk of a size 16. If you don’t like it, tough shit darling. He tells me all the time how much he loves my body. My ass and all. I can truly say, I FEEL beautiful. Not sometimes,. Not once in a while. All of the time. And yea it’s cliche that a man had to validate my size. But he didn’t. That’s the thing. He didn’t HAVE to validate anything. I have had boyfriends who push me to lose weight and make me feel like shit. It is a choice. But he saw a flaw and turned it into a gem. In fact… scratch that. He saw a gem and turned it into a ROCK. a 2 1/2 Carat Tiffany’s rock might I add ;) He taught me to love myself. At any weight. Also, He is private Pilot(for fun) and works in finance. Honestly… it could NOT get any better.