Why I like Big Girls and a Theory of Why They Like Me

Before the borderline social "acceptability" of big girl love and it's current status as a seni-marketable niche in both adult content and mainstream fashion, there was the "fat chick". The often maligned, socially typecast loveable chubby bunny might've had a golden heart, but very few would meet at the end of the wedding aisle for a lifetime of marital bliss.


Any intimate time with them was seen as scandalous. 


Or desperate. 
And reflected on one's future ability to connect with in-shape women of beauty. Once you settled on fat, the belief was, that's where you'd stay.

But not me.


Not a chance. 

Not a fat chance.

I've always loved girls with curves and a roundness from head to toe.
 
Perhaps it's because I grew up in a cold place in the Midwest where chubby girls were the norm. Perhaps it's because my earliest fantasies involved my teachers and mother's friends who also tended to carry more weight than be in average shape. Maybe my own love of food and my back/forth between average and "husky" lent my desires more closely to similar make up?
I don't know.

I have always been drawn to big asses, round faces, swinging tits, and the desire to grab two big handfuls of whatever bulging beauty I was pursuing.


And I did when many boys > young men did...I sought them out but did so quietly. And rarely seen by others. 

I dated average or athletic girls > young women, yet in my head (and heart) I lusted after Mrs. Wilson and her oversized ass and thighs. I viewed the neighbor lady's voluminous ass and the dresses she wore as a benchmark in how hot a woman could be. I also began to notice that woman's husband and how happy and easygoing he was and how he always opened the car door for her and the front door as well. The fat women in my community seemed to be taken care of better than those with average bodies? 

Maybe yes, maybe no, but it was all I needed to begin dismantling the social barriers to me openly wanting the company of XL T&A.
I dated my first fat girl in high school. I can still smell the scent of her neck. She wore a lot of sweaters and long oversized skirts. I become aroused just thinking of her, and perhaps to another guy, they might think: "So...what?"

Though this would be my thought if I were to meet a woman w/ ultra--toned abs and small (or fake breasts) and an undistinguishable ass, however low in body fat she might be or how much cardio she could do.

"Whatever..."


She is not the one I'm lusting after and at which I will smile at honestly and seductively. No, that would be the BBW girl. The one who doesn't worry about thin girl problems. The one who wears her clothing and not the other way around. The one who knows she's sexy and doesn't have to change a thing. Unless she wants to change.

That one. That's the girl that gets my rocks off. That's the T&A I'll desire. The girl you can't miss. 

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