I was recently on a message board reading a thread dedicated to women with bellies (and the men who love them). One woman stated that she was significantly larger than her husband, and that he likes it that way. In fact, whenever she attempts to lose weight his response is to bring all sorts of fattening goodies into the home in order to derail her and keep her at the size he prefers.
I love that we all come in different shapes and sizes. I love that for each of us, there is someone who adores us - as is. I envy women who are at ease in their skin, who don't feel constant pressure to be something other than what they are.
But I feel that there is a huge difference between not being rail thin, and being (for lack of a better phrase) obese by design.