Marney-
WOW! I can't believe how much of what you said resonates with me, and I'm just so thankful to have this discussion. You're a brave woman to put all of that out there on the table, I'm so thankful that you did. I wish I had your strong sense of self and self-esteem. While I'm not a "mess", I definitely have a lot of insecurity.
To touch on a few points you made, I'm a 37 year old single woman. I dated someone one time in high school, and it was when I was a size 10. Since that time, I've been heavy, anywhere from a size 22/24 (at almost 6 feet tall myself...I was actually looking pretty good at this size!) to my pre-op size of 30/32 (where I felt 100% invisible to men, dating-wise). I'm currently a 26/28, and don't even think about dating until I lose another 100 pounds (and sadly, probably get plastic surgery). At least not thinking about it keeps the expectations in check. I don't feel womanly yet, but I'm getting closer.
My married friends are always trying to fix up a mutual single friend, but they have never tried to fix me up. My one friend, who has a few matchmaking successes under her belt, tells me how she's trying to fix up our mutual friend, and I wonder if she ever thinks about my feelings when she's telling me this. I don't blame her, per se, because even her husband, who is an all around great guy and a VERY good friend of mine, wouldn't date me. I'm too big (the height definitely is a double whammy..this I know). It's harder to be tall and fat...you come off like an Amazon. He likes short, little women (his wife is 5'1 and 115 pounds). What bothers me most is that even though we're very good friends, he doesn't even hug me. He's often put his arm around our mutual single friend (another small, thin woman), but he wouldn't think of putting his arm around me. And I don't understand why. If only guys knew that a little physical affection (even just friendly) makes a fat woman feel like a woman. One guy we know refers to me as "dude" because of my size (I don't look like a guy, by the way!!). Could there be anything more callous? My fat makes me not even rank as a woman???
As for the comments you've heard, thank god I haven't heard as many. I used to be a too-curious person when I was younger. I always wanted to know what everyone thought of me. This is when I was a teenager mostly, and had nothing to do with my weight. Just did this person like me; what things did they say behind my back, etc. And the answers weren't necessarily bad. It was more of me trying to figure myself and others out. At some age, I stopped wanting to know the answers. Now at 37, I'd pay money NOT to know what other people think about me. Even my very best friends...who I know love me...I don't want to know how they think I look, what they think about how much I ate pre-op, whether they'd date me, etc. Nothing good can possibly come from that information. And to think about what society at large is thinking...I do not want to know. Luckily, I don't get unsolicited comments too often.
I was a popular kid within my social circle (in elementary school, the big threat was that if someone messed with one of my friends, "Beth would sit on you!". In a weird way and while a little hurtful, for the most part, my size was either not a factor, but maybe even an asset (especially my height). But outside that circle, I suffered a bit of pain, teasing, and hurt; but for the most part, I was a pretty happy, well-adjusted kid (who loved to eat!). As I got older, and guys and girls started dating, my life got much worse. I hated high school. The guy whose locker was next to mine in high school was a cute guy who I liked, but I knew better than to ever express that to him. Well, one of my stupid friends put a note in his locker telling him I liked him and gave him my phone number. Cut to Friday night when one of his friends called me at home, with a bunch of guys in the background, to tell me they got the note. After leading me on for a couple of minutes, they wanted to know how much I weighed and what my pants size was (while laughing hysterically in the background). I was mortified. This just sort of typified my high school experience. I asked a friend to the prom. He said no. You know the story. Never went to any of the school dances or parties.
As for dating, I'm never asked out, even though I work in a male-populated workplace. I look around at all of the heavy women who are married, and wonder how they got the men they have. And I think there's a lot to be said about attracting someone when you're thinner and then gaining weight in the relationship. Once the guy loves you for you, maybe he will be hooked. But, it's a shame that the thinner body is what it takes for him to see the real me. My own brother, who I am VERY close with, would never date someone my size. He is attracted to little, skinny women; and despite the fact that he knows me heart; it wouldn't be enough to overcome my size. I've struggled with this fact. Same for my best male friend. I'm good enough to be friends with, to laugh with, to talk with, and to trust; but I'm not good enough to date. It hurts.
Tried the on-line dating thing (E-Harmony). I would have nice conversations until my photo was revealed. Then, nothing. So then I used the tact of putting my picture out there immediately. No one started a conversation. The picture was enough for them to say no. I wasn't even an option, even though we were similar in so many ways.
Being a fat woman in this society is tough. Not letting it affect your self-esteem is, for me, tougher. After a while of being constantly rejected, it does take a toll. I'm trying to fight the good fight, but I am tired...
-Beth