I have been a "big girl" for most of my life. I was chunky as a child, stout as a teen, and in my late teens, early 20s, I lost a lot of weight and met a man who only cared about what I looked like. He gave me 2 children, never bothered to marry me, cheated on me non stop, gave me several black eyes, and eventually shot me in a drunken rage. I then spent 8 years alone, raising my kids, healing, and gaining weight. Then I met another man. I weighed 275lbs. He loves me for who I am, and says I am beautiful. We have been together now for nearly 10 years. In a few months, we will have been married for 3. I have found that I don't have to be skinny to be loved...I just wanna see my feet again.