I Met My Husband When I Was 100 Pounds Heavier, and He Loved Me Anyway ❤️

Love didn’t wait for me to be different. It found me as I was.

When people ask how my husband and I met, I could give them the cute version—the one with the butterflies and stolen glances. Or I could give them the truth:

I was 100 pounds heavier, deep in my own insecurities, convinced love was something I had to earn. And he? He saw me—all of me—and loved me anyway. No conditions, no weight-loss goals, no “you’d be so pretty if…” nonsense. Just love.

And let me tell you—that kind of love? It hits different.

Love, But Make It Conditional

Before I met my husband, I thought love had a checklist. That a man would love me if I lost weight. If I dressed a certain way. If I was the kind of girl who could wear crop tops without overthinking it.

And honestly? I believed it because society drilled it into me. Movies, magazines, that one nosy aunt at every family gathering—they all made it clear: Thin girls got the fairy tale. The rest of us got “you have such a pretty face.”

So I carried that weight—literally and emotionally—into every relationship. I settled for men who made me feel like I was almost enough. Like if I could just shrink myself into something more “acceptable,” then maybe—maybe—I’d finally be worthy of love.

Then He Walked In

And then I met him.

There was no grand romantic gesture, no Nicholas Sparks rain-soaked confession. Just a man who treated me like I was already enough. Who didn’t flinch when I talked about my insecurities, who didn’t see my body as something to be tolerated or fixed.

It was… unsettling at first.

I was so used to conditional love that when I finally found something real, I questioned it. (Are you sure you’re attracted to me? Like… really sure?)

But the thing about real love is that it doesn’t need convincing. It just is. And this man? He was steady. Unshaken. Like he had never even considered my body a “before” picture.

What Real Love Looks Like

Real love isn’t about what size jeans you wear. It’s not about shrinking yourself into someone else’s ideal. It’s not about earning affection by ticking all the right boxes.

It looks like someone holding your hand in the dressing room when nothing fits and you’re fighting back tears.
It looks like ordering dessert without hesitation because you actually want it, and knowing your worth isn’t tied to calories.
It looks like him never, not once, making me feel like I was less deserving of love because of my weight.

And here’s the wildest part—when I finally stopped obsessing over whether I was “good enough,” when I let myself be loved without conditions… I started loving myself too.

The Love That Changed Everything

Let’s be real—self-love doesn’t magically appear just because someone else loves you. But sometimes, being seen through someone else’s eyes can help you see yourself differently.

This man never saw my weight as a reason to love me despite anything. He just loved me. Period.

And that kind of love? It made me rethink everything I had ever believed about my own worth.

I didn’t need to be a different version of myself to deserve a love that felt easy, steady, and safe.

I was already enough. And so are you.

If You’re Still Waiting for That Kind of Love…

If you’re holding onto the idea that love will come after you change, let me stop you right there. The right person will not ask you to shrink yourself—physically or emotionally—to be worthy of love.
They will love you in all your seasons, in all your forms.

And more importantly? You deserve that love. You always have.

That’s the very heart of my debut novel, The Dance (Coming October 7, 2025).
It follows Laura Phillips, a stay-at-home mom in the suburbs who’s been quietly losing herself for years—until her husband leaves her for the local weather girl, and she’s forced to reevaluate everything. She steps into a dance class just trying to feel alive again. What she doesn’t expect is Roman, the frustratingly fine trainer who challenges her, sees her, and—without asking her to change—shows her that maybe, just maybe… she was already enough.

Laura’s story isn’t about a makeover. It’s about a becoming.
It’s about reclaiming your confidence, rediscovering your worth, and being caught off guard by a love that doesn’t flinch at your flaws.

So if no one has told you this today:
You are enough right now. As you are.
No conditions, no asterisks, no waiting for some magical “after” version of yourself.

Because real love—the kind that stays?
It never needed you to change in the first place.

With love and second chances,

Kimberly R. Vargas
Romance Author | Storyteller of Healing & Love