Okay, I know this is gonna come off really mean. And I don't much give a fuck. I didn't know what BBW stood for. And I'm sure I could have gone my entire life without knowing.

I understand the importance or having a good self-esteem and being happy with yourself. Not falling into the trends of society. Saying to yourself, "I don't have to be like everyone else to be liked, loved or appreciated. I can be my own person. I can do my own thing. I can be some what over weight and still be sexy." I get that. And I would never try to take that self-image away from someone.

I also understand that things happens in everyone's lives that for the most part are beyond their control. The weather. Dying. Other people's actions. And then there are things that you have partial control over. Advancing in your job. The Government. Weather or not that guy you met at the house party wears a condom while he fucks you on some guy's bathroom floor.

So, here you are. 23. A little overweight to begin with but now you have new mommy weight and a 3 year old.

And this is when I get the pleasure of entering the train wreck that is your life. I don't know you. I don't really want to. But I was browsing the personals on CraigsList. Not to meet a girl or hook up with a bi-curious couple. Cause those two are a whole other fucking headache. I look cause it kills time and every once in a while you come across a post that is so fucked up that you have to share it with your friends.

I started to notice a trend. If the girl is in her mid-20s it's a pretty good guess she's gonna be a larger girl. The picture is always a little blurry and of her cleavage. And nothing else. Or a flower. Just a picture of a fucking flower. Like anyone would assume that if you didn't post a picture of yourself you must look like a fucking supermodel. And yeah, I know it's not supposed to be about looks. Fuck you.

She talks about how all she wants is a guy to love and take care of her. And always, and I mean always, they say they want a guy with a sense of humor. So he can laugh when she downs an entire pint of Chunky Monkey during the first half of Desperate Housewives. The guy always has to be within a good age range. If she's 23 she wants a guy that is at least 21 but no older then 38. What the fuck is up with that? Does she figure if the guy is older he will have more money or just be married and only fuck her in nasty hotel rooms… or on bathroom floors.

They all wanna go hiking. All of them. I don't know why. They all explain how much they love the outdoors. And would love to have someone by their side as they enjoy the wonderful weather we've been having. You don't like outdoors. You've never been hiking. The closet you get enjoying the outdoors is sitting on the patio at the Cheesecake Factory.

And after we go through the bullshit of how much you get along with your family and how all your friends describe you as "very open and passionate." You try to figure out how to drop the bomb that is the little bastard that's currently living with your parents part time cause it hasn't quite hit you that it is a living thing that needs constant attention and love. And if you don't give that to him he will grow up to be like his fucktard of date-rapist father. So you only mention him in passing as you talk about why you can't hang out on Thursdays cause that's the day you have to take the smelly brat to karate practice.

So, in the midst of all the rehashed Halmark poetry you expect to meet a guy that will actually love you for who you are. Even though you've said nothing about who you are. I'm sure you're a wonderful person. I bet you actually do love your child. And I'm sure when you get out of that dead end job working the register at Target so you can go back to school, things will look up for you. When you're life is more stable. When you actually do have a good self-image and not just the front you put on to hide the fact that even if you did meet a guy by posting on CraigsList, he would never see you in anything else but a sweatshirt and baggy jeans.