I’d rather have a muffin top than to go on a awful date that makes me want to throw up. I’d rather gain a few pounds than be with someone who doesn’t love me in the same way. I’d rather eat alone in my apartment, then go through a really awkward and anxiety inducing date.
“I once dated a guy who was nice enough, but every time I looked in his eyes when we were getting frisky in the bedroom, I didn’t see a man looking back at me. I saw myself as a child and as a rotting corpse and the entire smallness of my existence and it was honestly such a turnoff.”