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Tiffany and Will

Will and I met on the Internet, purely by accident. I thought he was pretty cool and vice versa, so within a week he was at my doorstep. An afternoon together turned into an all-day affair - lunch at a cozy Italian place, him actually suffering through The Devil Wears Prada, and eventually kissing.


I went back to college, he attended Formal with me, and several frenzied, love-filled months later, a proposal. Which I accepted, naturally. (;for reference)


I feel like weight was never really an issue with us. At all. We just met, started hanging out, and fell in love. Neither of us had a second thought about our weights in the context of love - we loved the person, no matter what shape the person in question happened to fill. It was natural.


Five months ago, we got married. I don't really think I'll ever look back. I had a lot of dysfunctional relationships in my past, but the way things are now, nothing's ever felt so right. I have someone that can look past my imperfections, my clumsiness and my awkward way with words. Someone who is supportive of anything I do. I wouldn't give that up for the world on a silver platter. Most importantly, I haven't had to give up any part of myself - weight, feminism, general goofiness - it's all there, and it's all loved, because it's all me.

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