Anonymous asked: Hi! So, I'm a dude with a chubby girlfriend who wants to meet my family. But my family is extremely fat-phobic, so I don't think it's a good idea. I'm not ashamed of my gf at all, though! I'm ashamed of my family. Their opinions don't matter to me and I will always love my gf. I'm just afraid my family will act disrespectful when they meet her. What should I do? My gf thinks everything will work out and that we can change their opinions, but I know my family and I know that they won't change.
This speaks to me on a personal level because I had to go through the same thing with my dad. One day shortly into the beginning of Annie’s and my relationship, he had picked us up from downtown and was dropping her off at her house. She got out of the car, we said bye to each other, and then my dad drove off with me in tow. We hadn’t even made it all the way to the end of the street when he looked at me and said, “You know, she’s going to get really fat when she gets older.”
This completely threw me for a loop. I couldn’t believe the words he had just said. Here’s a little bit of back-story about my father: He did a lot of drugs when he was around my age up until the tender age of about 45. During the last ten or so years of that, he was addicted to painkillers, but before that it was mostly cocaine and speed. After kicking cocaine, he gained a lot of weight. I mean, a lot. I love my women large, don’t get me wrong, but seeing pictures of my father now compared to pictures of him when he was in high school… HE doesn’t even look like the same person. He has easily gained 150 or more pounds in the last 10 years of his life.
I know that Annie’s fat. She already is fat, and that’s one of the reasons why I love her. It isn’t any business of his to care about Annie’s body. Is he the one who comes home to her every night? No! Is he the one who’s decided to spend the rest of his life with a curvaceous bombshell? No! Is he the one who gets the privilege to kiss her lips, hold her hand, squeeze her luscious curves, and go to bed with a woman who is the epitome of Venus? No!
I proceeded to yell at him. I was outraged, and I lost it. I used to take his shit, but since being with Annie I’ve cared less and less about his opinion and have gotten away from being under his grip (moving to Los Angeles was the straw that broke the camel’s back in that regard). I put that bitch in his place, and I can’t stand fat-phobia coming from family. Yes, the person you love is fat. Duh. You can see it, anyone can see it! Obviously you love it and you enjoy being with her, so who gives a damn about anything else? Shit got me heated, man.
Please tell us how it went. I’m very interested to know how this situation panned out.