Wow, as a fat woman, I've got to say that this thread just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and good about myself and full of hope for the future. I see rainbows.
Clearly, wallyj84 ("I one time fucked a fat chick. It was disgusting and my friends laughed at me later. I would never date or marry a fat woman. It would bring me far too much shame") has his own self-confidence issues and should think about why his own self-image is so wrapped up in what his "friends" think about the women he has sex with.
Hud01, this is not fat. ("Define fat. The heaviest girl I was ever with probably weighed 140 to 145 and was about 5'7"-5'8". ")
Ejacman, I almost gave you a pass, since you're a "healthcare professional." ("My commitment to personal responsibility about my health and taking care of myself would and has precluded my being involved with a fat girl. I am a healthcare professional and take it seriously about being an example and practicing what I preach. I do have fat friends and relatives and love them but not fucking or dating them. Never have and unlikely ever will date/fuck or marry a fat woman.") But I see that your profession is listed as "consultant." You're a personal trainer or a nutritionist, right? Because the "healthcare professionals" I work with (those would be the doctors, nurse practitioners, and physician assistants, you know, people with medical training) are good people who I'm sure would prefer that I lost weight for my own well being but who realize that there can be medical reasons for some obesity and also that being "healthcare professionals" encompasses the entire patient -- body and mind. My healthcare professionals don't let their professional lives dictate their very personal lives.
Eyescream : "In some countries, fat people are considered happy and wealthy. In others however, fat people are considered depressed and trying to fill some kind of void in their lives. I believe in the latter." According to most of the responses in this thread, I'm going to be alone forever because fat people are disgusting and can't be loved or fucked. It's a viscious circle, isn't it? I'm alone, I have this void, I fill it with food, thus becoming more and more fat, thus becoming more and more alone, thus having a bigger and bigger void to fill, this needing more food to fill it . . . Wow. I guess I'm going to need someone to order up a consruction crew and crane to lift me out of my second floor bedroom soon because I can't get through the front door. Is it possible, Eyescream, that there are fat people who are happy? (Well, until they read this thread and it hits them that they're unworthy, anyway.)
Yeah, I'm fat. Yeah, I'd rather not be fat. Yeah, I know that eating less and exercising more would go a long way toward achieving that. But I've been diagnosed (by more than one doctor) with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome, which makes weight loss very difficult (and weight gain very easy). I know that NONE of my relatives is skinny; none of my cousins is small. I'm German-Polish -- we're hearty people. Also, yes, I'm depressed. It's a physical condition, a chemical imbalance in my brain. I'm depressed for the same reason I'm bad at math and good at spelling . . . it's the way my brain works. But being told I'm unattractive and not worth fucking (well, unless it's a pity fuck for a very specific medical diagnosis) doesn't help with that.
And, finally, yeah, I'd date/fuck/marry a guy with a small dick because at the end of the day, size doesn't matter and personality and goodness and sense of humor do.