Fat Acceptance: A Harsh Realization
by Sam Marx
My world was shifted today. I haven’t blogged in a while. The honest truth? I haven’t been laid in over a year and it’s hard to keep up a blog about sex and partying and booze when all I do is spend my time masturbating and posting pictures on 4chan. Well things changed for me the other night. I finally understand fat acceptance.
I woke up the other morning at 9am, as I do every day, and groggily wandered into the kitchen. There on the kitchen floor are my board shorts and in front of me is a full coffee pot, set to start dripping every morning a few minutes before I wake up. Usually the routine is to pour a cup of coffee, put on my board shorts, grab a bar of pine tar soap and head to the ocean to bathe.
I couldn’t though, I was too shaken up. I poured a cup of coffee, slid down the side of the counter, collapsed on my kitchen floor and put my head between my knees. Damn, my floor is fucking dirty – I should sweep it later. I began to cry uncontrollably.
I had this dream. A dream about a beautiful, curvy woman.
You have to understand, this girl was amazing! She was so much fun to be around. She had this beautiful, blossoming personality. I remember this dream so vividly it still chokes me up! We met at work and spent the day talking and getting to know each other.
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I remember feeling something for her, really enjoying her company. She would tell jokes and I would laugh until it hurt. Likewise, she laughed at all of my jokes. As the day progressed, she began to do things for me – take care of me. She was a wonderful cook and a very sweet, gentle woman. Not only that but she was able to carry herself (a miracle itself) contemporaneously as a strong, independent woman – She didn’t need a man to take care of her, she wanted one.
As our time together passed, I began to have feelings for her. Sexual feelings. All of my game training kicked in and dream alpha started to escalate kino, excited by the moment we were sharing together. We kissed. I can’t tell you the exhilarating rush I felt when I pressed my lips against her porcine mouth-hole. Insta-boner.
We began making out, my fears of her eating me alive slowly fading away. The moment of truth drew near – I had to begin prepping for coitus. I pulled off the nice drapery she had formed into clothing and struggled to wrap my arms around her. Suddenly I realized that she was overweight.
I don’t know what got a hold of me, but in that last moment something did. I quickly pulled back and told her I couldn’t go on. She begged and pleaded with me, asked me why. I never did explain myself to that beautiful, curved creature. I just walked away and left her there, half naked and crying into a bear claw.
After waking up from that dream, and sitting on my dirty kitchen floor, I realized something about myself – about fat acceptance. Because of my own prejudices and preconceived notions about beauty, I had broken that beautiful woman’s heart. Sure, she may have been a little heavy, but it isn’t the outside that counts! She had a beautiful heart! And I’d rather chill with a little bit of a bigger girl, than small minded fools who take up less room!
I write this letter to you today while sitting on the edge of my bed, staring at a big, beautiful woman who is resting comfortable in my queen sized bed, snoring her “little” heart out. The first time I’ve been laid in 16 months. This gorgeous, plus-sized woman has ended a horrible dry spell for me. Please understand: we were wrong for shaming fat women – fat acceptance must be pushed throughout the manosphere! These women are gorgeous, feminine-ish and have a lot to offer the world. Please, dear reader, consider this today as you see one of the many, big and beautiful women that America has to offer. Don’t break their hearts! Look deeper, at what’s on the inside! These women deserve our love, they deserve our acceptance.
