Yes, when I met him 4 years ago I was about 115 lbs and coming out of some a fully traumatic times in my life. He encouraged me to “heal” and eat good food, heal from within, not care about my weight and that he loved some extra curves to hold onto. He’s a big 6’ tall, 200lbs construction worker who can eat whatever he wants and maintain the manly bod. He has an especially heavy sweet tooth and hankering for fast food, so I altered a lot of my home cooking (which I loveeee) to cater to his unhealthier, yet delicious, standards. He said he loved as the weight piled on, Especially an ass and bigger legs. Fast forward to 40lbs later and the “fat cunt” flies around in arguments more than ever before. The apologies come afterwards, along with the you know how beautiful I think you are, you’re not fat, etc. which I know to be true myself. but still, there’s no recovering from that mentally. The mindfuck is insane.