We specialize in bringing together singles who want to date different races. When I look in the mirror, for the most part, I like what I see.I like my curves, I like ass, I like my legs, I like my boobs (which I only have in abundance, when I’m tipping the scales), and I like my face.But the fact remains that I’m a short, dark-skinned, fat Black girl, with a natural.But with brothers I find, that they, too, have internalized a particular relationship to the body-type most associated with the mammy figure.They see girls like me as sisters, as homegirls, but not as love options, because they don’t find big girls sexy.I see it in the faces of guys I’m meeting for the first time after being matched on e Harmony, even though we’ve exchanged weeks of witty banter and embarrassing confessions.I hear it in the concerned tones of mentors and parents who repeat phrases such as, “You’ve got such a pretty face,” and “I know you want to be married someday. ” [How the search for a soulmate went from church potlucks to Tinder] Every ounce of my being cringes, because they’re probably right. I am talented and opinionated and passionate and valuable.
None of these things would be diminished because of my size, yet none of them seem to matter because of my size.In spite of those worries, I had the time of my life.Be cognizant that there are some limitations plus-size women face.They usually find us I know there is this myth in Black America that brothers like their sisters thick, thick like a luscious milkshake, that “brings all the boys to the yard,” as it were.But what I call thick and what the average brother calls thick is not the same thing. (Sister looks fabulous, by the way.) Not quite Gabourey Sidibe thick. And when I was doing the online dating thing (I’ve tried it twice, and I’m taking a break) I saw one brother that specifically said, “I’m not into the Mo’Nique thing, ladies.” Translation: No fat girls need apply.