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I was told that it doesn't matter how pretty or handsome you are if you're fat you're undateable and undesirable. Growing up I started to feel this was true. All my life I always heard from men and women that I was pretty but I was fat. So I had a lifestyle change and lost 52 pounds in 1 year and 3 months.

Recently I ran into a guy from highschool that I had not seen in a year on transit and he complimented me on my weightloss I said thanks and we chatted a bit, before he left he gave me a hug and asked to hang out sometime which is something he had never done before and i've known him since elementary school. My personality was the same, it was me inside but my outer shell changed so suddenly i was worth his time.

Also a few weeks ago I was at the bus stop and this stranger started talking to me then he asked me for my number which is something that never happened to me before.

I have a boyfriend now, this is the happy part of this story. We started dating before I lost my weight and he accepted me and loved me for who I was. He never told me to lose weight or judged me. But I still felt scared that he would leave me because of my weight. When I think back to my childhood and my teen years I always feel sad because of all the terrible memories related to my weight and getting constantly bullied for it.

So would you rather date a pretty girl who is chubby or an average girl who is skinny?

Would you rather date a handsome guy who is chubby or an average guy who is skinny?

I've known him since June. Our 1st date was in August. We went on our 2nd date. He invited me to watch a movie at his place and I drove about 1 hour. After the movie he put on a spotify list and we just talked a lot. About friends, family, our plans the next few days and what we did the past days, childhood memories,.. We talked from 10 pm til 2:30 am.

When it got later he moved closer (just our shoulders touching) and he even touched my hand to feel if I was cold. He also touched my arm (in a non-creepy way). He let me use him as a pillow and he rested his head on mine. When we talked our heads turned and our heads touched sometimes.

Sometimes we stared in each other eyes for like 10 or more seconds. By the end he walked me to my car, we hugged again, he stared again.