all very immature - the way she views the world and the way she deals with life.

This is the problem in a nutshell. For them everything is black or white - no understanding of shades of gray. It is a very juvenile way of thinking.

Need a pic to determine her amount of self control, on the Dicarometer (zero self control) she wouldn't last 90 minutes without food and 24 hours without twitter.. If she's a deuce or a deuce n a quarter (75-80 lbs) lighter than Dicaro..I'll give her 3 weeks.

She went on about how she wanted to wear the style thin girls wear but it was considered a big no no. She insulted me by not wanting a boring A line dress or some crap. Here is a dress similar to hers. She could have added beads, rhinestones or floral apliques that don't look like they come from the dollar store.

This is the problem in a nutshell. For them everything is black or white - no understanding of shades of gray. It is a very juvenile way of thinking.

Thin girls were chosen, treasured, treated like a prize.

They went to a bar where their family and friends were waiting and he proposed. It was in public, there was a party.

Forgive me, I'm stuck on this wedding dress thing.

Of the couple, she certainly is not the one needing ridicule for their attire.

They went to a bar where their family and friends were waiting and he proposed. It was in public, there was a party.

1. As a body-positive activist, it occurred to me pretty much immediately that my wedding was an opportunity to make a really bold (and potentially viral) political statement. Growing up, I never saw anyone with a body like mine in the kind of relationship I wanted. Thin girls were chosen, treasured, treated like a prize. Fat girls were settled for at best, and we settled, in turn, for whomever would take us. I never thought I’d be able to marry my hot best friend and have fun and feel wanted every day of my life. There just was no model for that. Aham asked me to marry him at a surprise party in front of all of our closest friends and family. I’d been kept secret by so many men throughout my dating history, and he wanted to make sure I understood that he was proud to be with me. It meant a lot.

‘If you ever propose to me, don’t do it in the bullshit way that dudes usually treat fat girls. Like it’s a secret, or you’re just trying to keep me from leaving you. Thin girls get public proposals, like those dudes are winning a fucking prize. Fat chicks deserve that, too.’” I probably would have finessed it a bit if I’d been sober, but way to lean in, bossy, drunk past-Lindy!

Stuff isn't personal unless everybody knows about it!

I've never once seen a public proposal and thought, "why would he ask a fatty in public".

That's just stupid.

Stuff isn't personal unless everybody knows about it!





I know I considered my wedding as an opportunity to make a really bold political statement. Immediately considered it.