I used to think that if someone took the time to get to know me, they couldn't help but fall in love with me. I believed that there was something inside of me worth loving, no matter what my size. And I thought there was a beauty in my face and voice worth finding, worth holding. I assumed that some man would love to look in my eyes, would want to touch my hair, would want to explore what it meant to be together with me.
I don't think that anymore.