Be My Fat Friend!
Anyway, I work at a company with over six hundred employees, so it’s a pretty busy building with a lot of turnover. There are definitely plenty of people I see every day that I’ve never seen before or that I don’t know, so the following thing happens to me frequently: Every time I see a woman who is on the larger side, my immediate gut reaction is that I want to be friends with her. I smile warmly and I wish that I had an excuse to talk to her. I completely assume that I’ll have lots in common with her, that we’d make awesome friends, and also that she’ll like me better than the average person might.
This strikes me as a little weird and unfair and judgmental on my part. On the other hand, I guess we are drawn to people who resemble us physically—whether it’s according to race or body shape or type of clothing style, or any other markers, chosen or not, that we display to the world. But do you know what I mean? Does this ever happen to you? Do you think I'm totally a bad person now?