I've seen the light! What's up, fellow Shitlords & Shitladies? I'm new to this movement. An obeast of a friend indirectly brought up this group when I was talking about my most recent date. He stormed out after claiming that I hate "plus-size people" and that I'd for right in w/ those "fat shaming psychopaths on Reddit." Didn't know what the fuck he was talking about, so I did some research and voilá -- here I am. After scrolling through some posts, I have to say that this is my type of community. I'm very active and into bodybuilding, particularly because I'm pursuing a medical degree (yeah, who wants a fat ass for a doctor?) and I enjoy feeling* clean.  However, I confess - until recently I embraced the booty. I'd shamelessly flirt w/ any fat fuck who had a slim waist, paired with a nice ass and "not-too-big" thighs. Of course, I didn't fuck around w/ that BBW shit, but simply put -- I'd prefer an obeast over a perfectly-shaped human being.  (Date experience/background story below.) A few weeks ago, I was drinking at a night club, when I was approached by a random (Red Flag #1). The alcohol & dim lighting created one hell of a slimming effect, and I ended up flirting and giving her my number. She leaves, then my clique breaks out in laughter (Red Flag #2).  Few days later, I get a text from a girl that I have zero recollection of meeting. (Red Flag #3: I always remember the women that I connected w/.) Curious how far I can get, I play along and set-up date for later in the week. As soon as I arrive, I get a text that she's already been seated at a table. I get a waitress to help me locate her and that's when I saw it. 5'2"/230+ lbs HAM wearing workout leggings and an active-fit jacket. The waitress gives me a look and walks off.  Upon seeing me, this thing gets up and awkwardly hugs me. (I'm 6'3", but I was too shocked and embarrassed to bend. I could feel other tables eyeing me w/ the circus act.)  As soon as we sit, I quiz her as to why she's wearing a jacket? (It's Scottsdale, AZ -- where the temperature high reached 108 Fahrenheit that day). Plus, beads of sweat were forming on her forehead. As it reluctantly takes the jacket off, her arm fat (I kid you not) pours out. The tank top that she's wearing underneath is drenched in sweat. What the fuck? I jokingly asked if she just finished working out. "No, my thyroid is messed up." Yeah, okay.  We get to talking and I find out that she's 25 -- frighteningly only a few years older than me. (Easily could've passed for 35.) And, she's a recent divorcee w/ a child who's 2 y/o.  Fuck that, I've had enough of this fat fuck. I got up to use the bathroom and left through the back. Before I pulled out of the parking lot, I blocked her number.  I refuse to flirt/date thick women (read: obeasts/beetuses) in the future.  TLDR: Changed man after going on a blind date w/ an obeast.