My name is Eric John Monier and I am attracted to plus-sized women.
Those of you who know me well enough are already very aware of this.
In this piece, I will explain to you, the reader, of my attraction to plus-sized women and the history of it.
I don’t know exactly why I am attracted to this body type, but a woman with a soft belly, thick thighs, plump caboose and ample sized breasts in addition to a pretty face will drive me crazy in a lot of very good ways.
I used to not be attracted to plus-sized girls in my preteen years and up to age thirteen. I guess because the few that I had come across always had explosive tempers. I was so ignorant and close-minded at the time that I never put two and two together that maybe the reason that they had such tempers was from all the harassment they endured. I should have been able to figure this out because I myself was harassed quite a bit, but for whatever reason, I never put the pieces together. I feel terrible about what I used to say back in those days and I will NOT repeat it here. One downside of having a razor sharp memory is remembering all the bad things I ever said and done, sometimes more than the good.
Since age fourteen or fifteen, my attitude began to drastically change, however, but I wasn’t public about this attraction until I sixteen or seventeen.
I think the first time I was attracted to a plus sized girl was when I was in seventh grade, at saint mary’s. She was in sixth. I was harassed a lot at that school, but this girl always smiled at me, was very nice to me and even laughed at my jokes. I never asked her out because I knew if I did, I would be harassed even more for going out with her. I won’t reveal her name, even though I remember it well. I’m glad she’s married now and I hope her husband adores her.
Fast forward to eighth grade, February 20, 2002, I was at a pep rally and two boys were trying to pick a fight with me. There was a beautiful plus sized girl standing near me in the bleachers shouting for them to “stop” and that they were “so mean.” After that day, I had a major crush on her that would last throughout high school. The only reason why I never tried to approach her, again, was fear of what others may think of me. I remember her name as well, but I won’t reveal it. She’s married now and has children, and, my God, I hope her husband treats her like a queen.
A little about my own weight history:
In August of 2002, I was wrongfully and forcefully medicated on a terrible drug known as Risperdal. As a result, I gained a little weight. Prior to this I was very underweight (5’4″ 100-115 pounds), but now I was slightly overweight (5’6″ 160-170 pounds.) I guess, because of this, I thought it would be more acceptable to date a plus sized girl. However, none were interested in me or in other cases, we had mutually planted each other in that wretched old “friend zone.”
In late March or early April of 2003, I was taken off all medication and maybe lost a little weight as a result.
Also in April of 2003, I discovered writing as many of you know.
Fast forward to between June 14 and 17, 2004, I suffered a mental breakdown and was put on that wretched medication, Risperdal, once again. By December of 2004, I weighed around 198 pounds.
In January of 2005, I was now eighteen and put on a mood stabilizer in addition to what I was already taking. This caused a dramatic amount of weight loss in a short amount of time. By that April, I was 5’6″ and 122 pounds!
Even though I had lost a lot of weight, I still remained attracted to plus-sized women and girls. I don’t know why.
Unfortunately, none of them felt the same about me.
I was in an online and phone relationship with one girl, from September to December of 2005 but she was very skinny. One of the reasons, but not the main reason why I ended it was because she was indeed too skinny. I feel so terrible admitting this though.
It was now 2006 and I was on a more weight neutral medication known as Geodon. I also became very vocal about my attraction to plus-sized members of the opposite sex. I figured if people wanted to distance themselves from me because of this, I didn’t need them in my life anyway.
I was a senior in high school and there was one plus sized girl, a freshman, whom I had a crush on. I think she liked me too, but I’m not 100% sure. Many people told me to pursue her, but while I highly revered and respected her and wouldn’t dare do anything sinful or illegal with her, I was still afraid of catching various charges. In December 2006, a few months after I graduated, I went on one semi-date with her at the mall, but we ended up freaking each other out. We remained good enough friends, though up until recently, and while I would never date her again, I wish we could still be on better terms. Also, from the August to December of 2006, I had dated a few plus-sized young ladies, but never really got close to any of them and the relationships always ended in disaster.
On January 7, 2007, I had just made twenty was working at my local grocer, pushing buggies in the parking lot. I saw a beautiful plus sized young lady walking into the store. Soon all the buggies were picked up and I resumed bagging groceries. She went up to the cashiers whom I happened to be friends with and asked for them to tell her where the tuna fish (not remoulade sauce-ha) was located. Prior to bagging groceries and pushing buggies (which is more fun in my book), I was a stocker. Therefore I had an intimate knowledge of where everything was located in the store. I kindly offered to show this young lady where the tuna fish was located. We walked to the tuna fish aisle together and she placed several cans in her buggy. Then I resumed bagging groceries, but asked the two cashiers if they knew that young lady and if so how old was she. They told me her name and her age (nineteen.) I had them print out a blank receipt and I wrote my two phone numbers on it. They then handed it to her. As she was leaving the store, I told her to call me and that I get off at five. On my way home, my phone rang and it was her. She invited me over to her parents’ house and we were in a romantic relationship for eleven years and eleven days from then. She didn’t like being plus size, but every time she complained about it, I tell her how if she was skinny I would have never given her my number. This made her angrier, but it was truly how I felt. I left her because of years of me suffering from her emotional infidelity, verbal/emotional cruelty, and manipulativeness on her part. I was far from perfect myself, but I’d like to think I honestly tried, and even bent over backward at least for the first few years.
In the summer of 2007 until April of 2010, I took Abilify and basically gained 100 pounds. I used to joke that the weight gain was an STD. Since April of 2010, I’ve basically taken Geodon, though I tried other medications but usually no longer than a week.
I don’t like being overweight that much. I know it makes me look younger at times, but it is unhealthy for sure and makes me feel tired all the time. I guess I am a perfect hypocrite, because, while I don’t like being like this, I’m attracted to women who are. Still, I definitely would not want to suddenly one day not be attracted to plus-sized women because then a part of me would die. I wouldn’t be myself anymore. What the Internet has taught me more than anything else is that I am not alone in any of my interests or attractions and there are a lot of other guys who are also attracted to plus-sized women.
Plus sized women definitely deserve to be loved too, and from what I’ve found out there are a lot of guys besides myself who are willing to love and adore them just as they should be loved and adored!
Body Shaming is Cruel Unnecessary and Obsolete and I hate being body shamed when it does happen to me. However, I am usually able to just brush it off. I don’t do it to anyone, regardless of size, because I try to see the soul of a person instead. However, being a carnal human being, I have a tendency to be nicer to a plus sized woman, than someone of different features in any given situation arises. I know this is wrong, but I am not perfect and never claimed to be.
I guess this concludes my piece on my attraction to plus-sized women. I hope you, the reader, have got something out of this and now see that beauty is literally in the eyes of the beholder more than anywhere else.