Being a fat girl in New York sucks. For one, maximizing the opportunity to shop all the designer and couture sales seasons comes short since everything is basically a sample size. Even if I could afford it, I couldn’t fit an arm in a couture Alexander McQueen gown, unfortunately. Which leaves me to just shoes. Still, there are better options for trendy fashion in NYC than anywhere else - which is a tremendous plus.

Then there’s the dating pool, which is whittled down to select options. Seriously, you know you’re fat when homeless or ghetto people on the subway platform are the only men that holler at you. Although, my best friend would argue that I should’ve realized I was fat when the scale tipped over 165 at my height. Bastard LOL

I’ve come to terms with myself that I will never be 100 lbs. again in my life, ever. I am working on a better self though. Yoga for meditation, spinning to free my mind.

My advice to other fat girls in New York City: Don’t be too discouraged. There’s hope. If I can find and date great (and not so great) guys, you can too. Instead of focusing on what size you are, just work on being healthy - which will boost your confidence - and confidence in a woman is beautiful and what really attracts men (at least the type of men you WANT to attract). However, when your ass can’t walk down an aisle or fit through a doorway without turning sideways - it IS time to reevaluate. It’s now a matter of health, not looks. Forget tipping the scale or dating or whatever - be concerned with your health. Your risk for heart disease, diabetes, and other health problems multiply when you are overweight. Get support from your friends, or if you need someone to be a gym buddy - leave a reply, and I’ll help you out.

Your health matters most. You can’t date anyone when you’re dead.