Dumped On New Year’s Eve For Being Fat, I Clapped Back With A Photo Shoot

Early morning on December 31st, I was shopping at the grocery store picking out some fresh produce to make my boyfriend and I breakfast. I get a text to come back. That text was the beginning of the end. A couple of hours later, my eyes bloodshot red from crying, the radio cranked up to Selena’s “Como La Flor”, I was driving two and a half hours back home. I had been dumped hours before New Year’s Eve.

I had made the trip to go see my boyfriend out of town. I had packed some cookware to make him breakfast. I took days deciding what dress to wear with the right shoes, jewelry, and hairstyle before my trip. I had spent time and money planning this important holiday getaway with the man I loved only to never see it come to fruition.

You can read countless horror stories about Valentine’s Day or anniversary breakups online. Just do a google search. My horrifying experience is that I was dumped for being fat. Here’s the twist. I am a self-proclaimed “Fat Babe”. I am a plus-size model and talk often about body positivity. So, how in the world did I end up with a fatphobic boyfriend?

In late 2017, I started dating my now ex-boyfriend. We met on a dating app for curvy/plus-size women and the men who love them. Sounds cliché, but I thought what the hell! I had been on other dating apps earlier that year and found that there were many men who were interested in me for…sex. Dating apps can be notorious hook-up hubs, so it was a huge let down when I ran into men with a fat fetish.

When I started my profile on this new app for curvy/plus-size women, it seemed promising. I thought to myself, “the men on here should know what they’re getting right?” I never pretended to be anyone else other than myself. I was honest about my body type, height, hair color, and posted several pictures of myself, some full body, some selfies, and making sure I captured my body at different angles. That’s a lot of work, right? Well, that’s part of dating when you’re fat.

I received a message from this really cute guy. From his description and pictures, I could tell he was tall, athletic, and had great style. His profile was different from the rest. He talked about how he was looking to date to be in a relationship. He was 33, which was close to my age, 30, so I felt comforted in dating a “mature” man around my age. He was an avid reader and liked to write poetry. We started talking every day and I learned something new about him like he was a soccer coach, a single dad, and that he had interests in screenwriting. We had so many things in common that I thought this is too good to be true. Then, the questions about my body came after an exchange of pictures.

“How big is your tummy?” to “what kind of workouts do you do for your butt?” I immediately called him out. I asked him why that was relevant. I am a beautiful person inside and out, so how could that possibly matter? We went back and forth and he was clearly upset that I had a problem with his question. He felt entitled to this information. The conversation ended with a last message from him that he hated me for making him feel this way and that our fallout was my fault. It made me feel terrible, and I didn’t message him. I thought to myself, “this is over and it sucks.” You invest so much time talking to someone and you feel crushed when things do not work out. Not only did they not work out, it was a blow to me as a plus-size woman. I took a chance to put myself out there on an app that felt safe for me because I am a fat. And, to encounter a man who judged me by my body size and shape felt all too familiar.

I stopped interacting on the app with other guys, and I didn’t message my now ex. He waited four days before messaging me. He talked about how much he liked me and how let down he was that I did not reach out to him first. We talked for about an hour and decided to continue talking. The problem with that conversation is that while we reconciled after a heated argument, our talk did not address the biggest issue. He still had a problem with me being fat.

Fast forward two and a half months later, I found myself facing the ugly truth. My boyfriend was dumping me because I could not be what he wanted me to be. Throughout our long-distance relationship, he made comments about my hair style, fashion choices, and even devalued my thoughts and opinions.

I cried. I got angry. I even tried being his friend in hopes that we would get back together. I was feeling so low that I had no place to go but up. I decided that part of my healing process required something that I could physically do to channel my emotions in a positive way. And, the answer was right there. I am a plus-size model. I take pictures often for many reasons, and I was going to prove to myself that all the “flaws” he pointed out about me were beautiful and part of my identity.

On our first date, I wore one of my favorite Selena tees with some black leggings, cute black booties, and hoop earrings. After spending a weekend together and returning home, he messaged me. He pointed out the fact that he didn’t like what I wore on our first date. He said my Selena tee was not sexy enough and that I looked more like I was going to the store versus a date. He proceeded to tell me that, in the future, he expected me to only wear these shirts at home or to the grocery store.

I love Selena! She is my idol, and I’ve been dancing and singing to her songs since I was a little girl. Selena Quintanilla-Pérez changed the way many Tejanas like myself envisioned themselves in the world. My love for her is part of my identity. Her music, style, and entrepreneurial spirit have influenced the woman I am today. And, I think Selena and her fans would agree that you can rock your Selena tee anywhere you go and look damn good!

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My now ex, wasn’t done with his list of criticisms. He didn’t like my shoes either. Since he had seen pictures of my modeling portfolio, he expected me to look exactly like the woman in those pictures 24/7. No kidding. He had a problem with my boots. They weren’t sexy enough according to him. Well, what do you think now? These boots are made for walking and that’s just what they did when they walked right out of your life. Boy bye!

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He didn’t like my glasses. On my second visit, I was expected to leave the glasses at home and wear contacts. And, like a docile girlfriend, I purchased a year’s worth of contact lenses after my eye exam. I hardly go anywhere without my glasses except for casting calls and photo shoots. I’ve been wearing them since I was a teenager and I think they are cute. They are a part of me.

He hated the fact that I wore my hair straight most of the time, which is my natural hair type. But, most of all, he loathed the bangs. He said they covered up my face too much, and said, “You’re trying to be like Selena with those bangs. I want to see your beautiful face. I love you not Selena.” He made passive-aggressive statements like this often. He tried to convince me to change something about myself like my hair style, which I purposely chose because I loved it. He justified this by calling me beautiful and saying “I love you.” The problem with this statement is that he did not love me. When you love someone, you love them for who they are. And, it’s my hair to do style or cut as I like, not anyone else’s decision.

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And, of course, there was the issue with my size. I remember a phone conversation where he told me that he wanted me to lose the weight to be “healthy” so that I could live a long life. What he failed to acknowledge was that I was already perfectly healthy at the size and weight I am. This was something I made him aware of because I do get my annual checkups. But, he persisted and I clearly remember him using the words, “you just need to tone up and get rid of the unwanted fat.” And, there it is, that word, “unwanted”. I was unwanted for being fat. I was unwanted for many reasons. I was unwanted for speaking my mind. I was unwanted for just being me.

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It is no wonder he dumped me. All the signs were there from the beginning. And, I want to give a clear answer as to why a person like me could allow such blatant disrespect, but I cannot. Perhaps I was lonely. Maybe I was feeling the pressure of finding a partner to finally settle down, get married, and have kids, that I scarified my dignity in the process. Maybe it was because I had such a horrible year in dating that I wanted to cling onto anyone for comfort. What I do know is that I did not feel sexy, beautiful, or worthy when I was with him. I was not respected when I was with him. I did not respect myself when I was with him. And, recognizing these truths now made it very clear to me that I still have much work to do on my journey toward self-love and body acceptance. I allowed a man to wipe away three years of hard work to love myself in two months, and that is unacceptable. I hold him accountable and I hold myself accountable.

My hope is that my story helps someone move on from an unhealthy relationship. I felt ashamed admitting that I was in this relationship because I am a pretty open book online. I post about body positivity and self-love frequently. I felt like a hypocrite. And, this is me owning up to my poor choice in a partner. And, I want my story to reach men as well. The ridiculous expectations placed on women have consequences. They perpetuate gender roles and can cause emotional and physical harm.

I don’t think a photo shoot will fix everything. And, it will not completely heal me from this breakup. But, it’s a good start to show myself and show the world who I am as I stand.

La Divina Latina

Photographer: Tommy Kim

Published by La Divina Latina

Latina Plus-size Model, Blogger & Fashionista

5 thoughts on “Dumped On New Year’s Eve For Being Fat, I Clapped Back With A Photo Shoot

  1. You’re beautiful inside and out. I hope you never let a man get you down or tell you that parts of YOUR BODY is unwanted. You’re so beautiful the way you are now that I couldn’t imagine you differently. You have given me so much confidence in myself the year that I have known you. You are my inspiration. I show everyone pictures of you and say “this is my friend she’s so beautiful” You give me confidence to wear things I have never worn before. I go out in the world at first scared because what if someone judges me and them I remember ” You are beautiful!” And I walk with confidence. You’re amazing and don’t forget it!

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    1. Thank you MaryJo! You’ve given me something in return with your friendship and your beautiful message. It makes me feel like I’m doing something good, putting out a little light out there. Thank you for all the continued support!

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  2. I just read all of your blog and all I can say is that is his loss. You seem amazing..fuck that you are amazing. I see nothing wrong with you in any way. He probably just couldn’t handle all the power you obviously possess. 💎💎 You just keep on doing you boo❤❤❤❤!!!!

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    1. Thank you Robert for all the support! I see it everywhere! ❤ It was an experience I never wanted to have, but that's something that I cannot go back and change. I cannot go back and undate him. I made a choice, a poor choice, and now I need to pick up the pieces and move on. Hell! Strut my way to something better. I just really wanted to write this piece to 1. heal, 2. help someone else 3. provoke a conversation about our dating culture. We put extremely ridiculous expectations on women from their physical appearance to their behavior. "This is how you should look" to "this is how you should act." That is wrong. And, I try to be as transparent as possible in my writing. I am not without fault. I am all about accountability.

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