"Men who genuinely love women fantasize about being smothered in sofa-sized breasts and pillowed in marshmallow thighs. Pert is okay but pneumatic is heaven. Not for them the bite-size morsel. They revel in handfuls, fistfuls, and armfuls of lusty lady. Of course, millions of men don't like women very much. They only tolerate us emaciated, depilated, and deodorized. Men who count your calories and stand over you with a stopwatch while you do sit-ups invariably claim to be doing it for your own good. Baloney! They're simply closet woman-haters -- flesh-fearing, fat-baiting misogynists. They don't lust for me. The repugnance is mutual."
--Vanessa Feltz, "Who Says Fat Isn't Sexy?" Redbook (of all places!) December, 1993
(quoted in Revolting Bodies? The Struggle to Redefine Fat Identity by the amazing Kathleen LeBesco)