I don't look the same from when I started dating white boy. In fact, to me, I am barely recognizable. Love made me fat. It is my excuse and I recognize it as just that...an excuse. White boy doesn't look the same from when I started dating him. In fact, to me, he is barely recognizable. Love made him beautiful. I never thought of him as an ugly guy. To be honest, I thought he was one of the the prettiest boys I had ever dated. But, in looks, I was out of his league. I could turn heads and had more than one person turned in my direction. I also had confidence to boot. Because of "love" and my "weight gain" I have decreased in confidence, but mostly when it comes to him. I want him to love all parts of me, and because I struggle with loving all parts of myself, I can easily convince myself that I am not the person he met, dated, fell in love with, and married. But, not a day goes by that I am not regarded as beautiful. Granted, white boy isn't stup