Idk, I always felt the HP series had a lot of fat phobia in it. A lot of the ‘not nice’ characters were fat. Dudley and Vernon Dursley for instance. There were several parts in the books where Dudley was mocked for his weight. Peter Pettigrew was fat too. ‘Fat’ seems to be associated with ‘bad’, but not the suave kind of bad. Not the ‘bad’ like Draco Malfoy or young Tom Riddle, who are seen as bad guys, but you’re not meant to be disgusted by them. You’re meant to be fascinated by them. In a strange way, they’re still respected as villains (not saying Draco is a villain, but you get my point right?). That doesn’t happen with the fat characters though. They’re either meant to be laughed at, or you’re meant to feel disgusted by them.
Nothing new. I mean, he’s still hot and smart and talented, I’m still unexistent to him, all that.
Maybe eventually we will share some event or friend in common, who knows, ‘till then, I keep stalking his events and new friendships in life haha.
But I’ve pretty much moved on. Not as in “I’m totally over the idea’ but in the “well, nothing’s about to happen right now, so”.
It has come to my attention that I grew as an individual too much. Not in a good way in particular, but I sort of became this walking joke. I talk too much, I’m too loud, I like too many weird stuff and say too much weird stuff so it’s not unnatural that people don’t jump into being attracted to me in a romantic way. I’ve spent the last five to seven years of my life working on becoming someone who won’t ever be in a relationship and I now see how that works. I’m charming and funny and wonderful but in the way you’d like the funny sidekick in a movie and not much in a “wow i wanna be with that person” kinda way, so it’s ok by me. That meaning that, if I do meet Destiny again, it will only be awkward and he will be puzzled by how weird and nonsense the things I say and do are.