I just watched "My Big Love" yesterday with Mundane and I had to emotionally detach myself in order to truly enjoy the movie. Don’t get me wrong, it was a good light-hearted movie with nice kilig moments, despite the predictable plot. It’s just that somewhere underneath all those kilig moments, something got to me.
If you’re fat, you will not be loved by the one you love.
Kristine Hermosa detested Sam Milby’s character when he was fat but became his girlfriend when he had lost all that weight… And even if Toni Gonzaga’s character fell inlove with Sam Milby when he was still weighing 300 pounds, it wasn’t until he was buff and the sight of his well-formed half-naked chest can finally make Toni blush, that she and Sam actually got together.
And that, my friends, is the sad, sad, sad truth.
It is highly unlikely that someone wth a "delicious" body will love you if you don’t have an equally "delicious" body as well.
Truth is, the undertones of the movie stabbed me right in the chest, because this was something that I have been dealing with for so long: my weight problem. Eversince I was 18, I have ended up having boyfriends who were either tall and thin or buff and worked-out regularly. This was a bone of contention and a secret source of my insecurity because physically, my boyfriends and I were total opposites. I wasn’t genetically gifted with long legs, thin arms and flat abs. Plus, I came from a family who loves to eat. It was no surprise then that I practically had to invent a million and one ways on how to prevent myself from gaining weight, short of starvation, because I believed that if I started gaining weight, my boyfriend will leave me. There was the after six diet, the no-rice diet, the skipping meals diet… Name it, I’ve probably done it… During a time that I felt secure enough about one boyfriend’s love for me, I started gaining weight and he seemed pretty okay with it since he claims that he prefered curvaceous women. In the end, he still left me, for a nubile 15 year old who hasn’t probably gone through all of Tanner’s stages of development yet.
I once asked Mundane if he would still love me if I was fat. If I remember it correctly, I think he avoided answering the question and managed to maneuver the conversation to something else. I really can’t blame him since I too use that same trick when I don’t want to lie and yet I know that the person I’m talking to wouldn’t like my true answer… So, I guess, YES, HE MOST PROBABLY WOULD’NT LOVE ME. He just couldn’t tell it to my face…
Hayyy… Time to hit the gym na, NYTM…
Actually I believe that even the nicest person in the world have their own superficial sides. I mean, I admit that I too have my own level of shallowness. Eversince highschool, I had avoided dating chubby guys because I was chubby as well. Life would have been so much better if we were both chubby and equally sharing the weight problem but truth is, I’ve always been more attracted to those who were of my opposite body type, ergo, the thin lanky ones.
How perfectly shallow of me.
I’m not saying that all fat girls who read this post should just start killing themselves because it will be hopeless for them to find true love. I’m not saying that those with cupsizes of 36Cs, waistlines of 30 and above and infamous "cankles" should just settle for marriage with people whom they aren’t attracted to at all since there is no way that they will end up with the man/women of their dreams.
What I’m really just trying to say is that the odds are really small that one will find a person who will tell you "YES" to your face if you asked him/her that he/she will still love you if you were fat. But if you did, hold on to that person, don’t let go and don’t even dare try to prove him/her wrong.
Unless of course, you really wanna know the truth.
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