"I'm not attracted to fat people. Period."
When he texted this to me, the force of its blow struck me so deeply, I could hardly comprehend he'd sent it to me. My immediate reaction, of course, was anger. "Why would you wait for me then?" His response? "Because you promised me you would change. And I believe you." Verbatim, this is the conversation that ended my last relationship. If you can justify giving it such a title. Never mind that this relationship was long distance; that, honestly, was the least of our problems. We had seen each other, had face-timed, had seen countless pictures of each other, video, audio, you name it. We had shared so much together, our pasts, our hopes for the future, our passion for music, and for God, and this was how it ended. Over how much I weighed, and how quickly I would lose that weight. Let's forget about the fact that I had just started to trust him, and to allow him some room in my heart. I really thought this guy could be it, the one to be diffe