So I don't find my girlfriend's body physically attractive. She's quite overweight.
I think I mentioned going to the gym together after seeing her naked, which prompted her to ask if I liked her body a few days after. I felt like this was entrapment so I dodged the question.
When I've been honest with her in the past she has gotten incredibly upset so I think the direct approach is not best here. She has a personal trainer which she sees often but a gym membership she barely uses.
>When I've been honest with her in the past she has gotten incredibly upset so I think the direct approach is not best here
Why not? You can point out that it's making her unwell and you don't like seeing seeing someone you care for eat herself to death. It's only going to get worse as time goes on.
Maybe you could get her into cooking, absolutely discourage baking, get her thinking about her food that way. Arrange that you eat a small dinner together with no distractions so she can appreciate the tastes and textures over senseless eating. Make her a snob.
I actually had the opposite problem with my last ex. She kept losing weight, and obviously I was happy for her and she was really doing well in terms of achieving her desires.
The problem is she was a lot fitter when she still had an arse on her, she was barely 5 feet tall, with a flat chest, and looked like a ten year old boy once she'd lost the curves. I obviously didn't say it quite that bluntly, just that I liked her when she was more shapely, but she was not impressed.
What I have concluded from this is that a woman's attractiveness to you does not enter her sphere of consideration whatsoever. She couldn't give a toss if you think she's attractive, what she wants is to look in the mirror and see what she wants to see. You're barking up the wrong tree if you think a woman will ever alter her appearance on your behalf- You're just occasionally lucky if the two overlap.
Also if you can't be honest with someone you can't really have anything. So while I don't wish to be harsh, that's not a good sign. By my stage in life my eyes would roll out of the back of my head if my missus asked me that classic "Am I fat?" trap question, and I'd say "Yes, you lardy cunt, but I'm still fucking you aren't I?"
When asked "Do you think I'm fat" from a morbidly obese female relative, my reply was "I'll answer if you want, but i'm not going to lie to you". The question was promptly put to rest.
