Deep breath. My husband is “fat”, and I love it.
I love having an overweight husband, I really do. My husband has always been big. He was big when I met him and has gotten a little bigger in the eight years we have been together. I can’t fit my arms around him anymore but he can fit his around me. I really feel like there’s just more of him to love. He’s my ‘tubby hubby’.
When I’m with my married friends they speak about their husbands looks and weight in such a negative way. They seem to think how their husband’s look is a reflection on them. They speak longingly about how fit their husbands were when they first met them and how unfit they are now. I think they’re crazy and completely insensitive. How would they feel if their husband talked about them like that?
I love that he eats foods I didn’t realise still existed, like Space Food Sticks and Lolly Gobble Bliss Bombs. I love how he appreciates everything I prepare for him, how he relishes it and enjoy it.
Whenever I make a cake and am waiting for it to cool, I can always put money on him stealing a corner of it and eating it before I've frosted and decorated it. When I'm making an important cake I have to put signs on them saying, "DO NOT TOUCH!" His personality is just as big as his body and I love how big and loud and and boisterous he is.