I am the “bigger” partner, but in our lives there is no bigger or smaller.
We don’t talk about our bodies. We don’t comment on the others loss or gain of weight. We discuss our body’s health but how it looks isn’t a topic. It just doesn’t hold a shred of value in our relationship. It never did for him, for me it was different.
I fought his unconditional love for a long time. Apologizing for a flawed body. Flaws he just didn’t see, but I refused to believe he didn’t.
He just wanted to love me, and I just looked for reasons that he couldn’t.
I grew and evolved, he supported and reassured. It took time, good things always do.
The person meant for you will see the heart and not the hips.
Demand that kind of love.
(As a side note, my husband has always been very slim, something that for years made him feel bad about his body. He was chasing pounds as I furiously running away from them. No one is immune to body shame.)