I'm the thin, fit-ish girl. I'm alsmost 51 and a late bloomer. I rediscovered the love of my life, my high school sweetheart 8 years ago. He was more than twice his size, almost 400 lbs and had thinning hair. Oh, and PS, I had way more money than him. I don;t need a man for money, I can get my own. Funny thing, money doesn't hold me at night.

You know what all that mean to me? Nummy, nummy, nummy! I loved and still love every inch of him (he's since lost weight, for health reasons, not because I said so). An dhe loved every inch of me, my fat ass, my knock knees, my stretch marks. Love is love.

There's so much more than the physical. As adults, there's attraction to the person. A big girl, a big guy, a knock-kneed middle aged old bag, whatever, can light someone's world on fire with who they are. Whoever is saying mean shit about these people are just jealous assholes in their mommys' basements wishing they could have a warm body to cuddle with.