Lillyraesmith49:
and I explained he was the guy I really liked and they all started making fun of me and him so I ended up ghosting him which I still regret to this day. Since I have a very large social circle and alot of connections and friends, its really hard to keep things quiet. I just recently started being more open with my friends about my preferences but I feel like most of them dont really care but some of them especially my conventionally attractive guy friends like to make fun of me for it.
Added the bold and italicized emphasis, to point out the problem.
What I'm about to say might not be the easiest thing to hear, and might have the vibe of an older person who "doesn't get it," but I most certainly do "get it."
I looked at your profile, and I see you're 18 years old. I was 18 once upon a time as well. In a way, I even had it harder. Broadband was picking up steam over the dirt-slow dial-up of the 90s, Dimensions Magazine and a few Yahoo Groups (back when that was around) were the only game in town, and no body positivity movement; no Instagram either. Big box stores and department store only had thin mannequins at that, too. If anything, it was actually a miracle I even found Dimensions back in the day.
In short, I felt completely alienated and frightened that anyone might find out, probably even worse than you do right now.
Anyway, though I'm primarily echoing the sentiment of the other responses, but eventually, at some point, you might have to make a choice, even if it might be difficult, for the sake of
your longer-term happiness.
It's not high school anymore. "Rep" that rewards conformity just isn't as important anymore. You may need to pay some mind to that when it comes to professional reputation, both in job interviews and at the workplace, but that's professional life, not personal. But they won't care if your boyfriend is fat, only whether you can behave professionally and what value you can provide them.
I'll tell you something else. Ask anyone you know, aged 30+, or for that matter, 25+, how many people from their childhood or teen years they're still in contact with. The odds are very good they will answer one of two ways, either 1) they aren't in contact with any of those people anymore, or 2) they are in contact with 1, 2, maybe at most 3 or 4 people from that time in their life, and
that's it.
People change, life plans and situations change, and sometimes they drift away. If resisting this feels forced, it's not meant to be. If a genuine connection exists, it won't matter, through thick and thin (or thick and thicker?). It would never feel forced, imbalanced, and you'd stay in contact regardless.
Personally, aside from my parents, I don't still know anyone, or remain in contact with anyone I knew when I was 18 years old. In fact, at that time, I remained in contact with some toxic people, just because I was afraid of being all alone.
It's not worth it. In fact, my life got measurably better when I cut them out a few years later. I get it, it's
scary.
So my question then, is this. Who, exactly, are you trying to impress? What value does this provide you? You said it yourself, that most don't give you any crap about it.
As for random strangers at the bar, restaurant, shopping mall, bowling alley, whatever.. they won't care, and if they do, so what?
As for your parents, obviously I don't know them, but you might be pleasantly surprised? Assuming they're decent people, I'd think they would be more interested in whether he's a good man and is treating you right.
My parents are kind of into health stuff, and my mother in particular has sometimes said negative things about appearance, even fat-phobic things. But every time it's because the person seemed like a bad person she doesn't like, but she ran out of bad things to say about the person, so it's back to the default. She never says those things about people she likes, even if they happen to be fat. Hopefully you may have a similar experience?
I myself have gained a considerable amount of weight over the past few years. My parents don't love me any less over it, though I don't think I'll tell them I'd like to gain another 60-70 lbs on purpose. I also doubt they'd mind much, if at all, if I were to bring over someone who's chubby or even unequivocally fat.
The longer you put it off, the harder and more painful it will be, and the more it will suck. Before you know it, a couple decades passed, you weren't happy, and the people you thought you'd impress are gone from your life anyway. Life is simply too short to be worried about this sort of thing and spend a significant amount of that time unhappy.
Phew! Wall of text but I think all that needed to be said.