While on vacation, I spent a week in Paris. Of course, I was self-conscious on the plane there. Paris, land of thin people and supermodels. Paris, land of women who can eat bread non stop and four-course meals without gaining a pound. I'm not kidding, I got eaten under the table by multiple super thin Parisian women. These ladies have the metabolism of Gods, or something. So of course, I was a little intimidated
|Obligatory Eiffel Tower Selfie|
Now, you could easily say these men were being friendly. Or maybe they were thrown off by a lady making eye contact. Or maybe they were being rude or sarcastic. I don't care what you have to say, I saw what I though. I was actually attractive to these men. Perhaps I was exotic. My well-proportioned curves at a thicker ration was new to these men, surrounded by women who belong on the runway.
I'm not saying I was the only fat person there. I'm saying that I was special. And dammit, it boosted my self confidence more than ever. Once, while walking down the street, a man stopped me and said "My God, you are beautiful." I said thank you with eyebrows raised in shock, and then continued on my way. I have walked tall ever since. So half the guys in America are shallow freaks who won't give me two looks. I am attractive, to some men, even if they're in Paris. It's ok, I prefer a man with an accent anyway ;).