They asked: "Would you rather gain 10 pounds or give up sex for the summer?” Half of the women questioned said they would opt out of sex, compared to only a quarter of the men.

Shit's whack. When given the choice of aesthetics or sensuality, I’ll always opt for the latter. That said, I do try to watch the ol' figure (sort of).

Why? There are two reasons.

1) I want to live a long, healthy life.

2) I want to get laid.

Since this is a sex column, I'll spare you my holistic-earth-mother nutrition lecture. We'll focus on reason number two for eating healthily. I wanna get some, and let's face it, getting some is a whole lot easier when you're not bloated.

That said, there is a market for everything. My ex-fiance, for example, liked when I was a bit chubby. When things with him began to turn sour, though, I got off on my depression-suppressed appetite and foraged through bouts of bulimia. He relished my curves and even my roly-poly belly. I was comfortable gaining weight when I was with him, but without him I was afraid that no one else would want to sleep with me.

I've always been larger than most of my friends, and dealt with the same insecurities as most young women. However (excluding the era of the broken engagement), I've always been confident enough to feel sexy, act flirtatious, and find people who were attracted to me.

And even when I was eating my first bite of solid food after being awake for eight whole hours and then sometimes barfing it back up, I would still choose sex over weight loss. And preferably, I'd choose sex with someone who likes a grown-ass woman with some luscious curves 'n stuff.

After all, they're called "love handles" for a reason.

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