That, however is not the point of this missive.
Thing is, your boyfriend? He really doesn't think you're fat. Even if you were 30 lbs overweight he wouldn't think you're fat. He'd would (and does) think you're hot.
There's a thing you gotta understand about men. They're simple creatures, they are. Your extra weight doesn't even register on his radar because he's in the same room with A. NAKED. WOMAN! He's so thrilled about that little fact that a "poofy" stomach or a "fat" ass isn't an issue in any way shape or form. All men are still 13 somewhere inside (especially if he's your age, somewhere around 25). They long for the day when they'll have a flesh and blood naked woman to play with, rather than a centerfold in their dad's Playboy. Real flesh is so much better than paper flesh, and they are forever grateful they have access to it.
So relax, he thinks your hot. Accept your body - it makes sex ever so much better if you don't have to worry about it. Don't waste the next 10 or 15 years beating yourself up over your body; try to learn that lesson more quickly.
Besides, one word: Gravity.
Whatever your "problem" is, it'll only get worse, better enjoy your body now. It's quite ironic that we begin to love ourselves only once gravity hits. Women? Not simple creatures...
Dear young woman on the bus:
Mr. Jazz has a totally different take on what I overheard.
When I told him, he said that if you were saying loud enough to be overheard, you didn't really believe it and it was just a bid for sympathy. Basically, he thinks you are a moron.
Mr. Jazz has his cynical moments - probably from living with me for 20 years.
Mr. Jazz also has no patience with the "oh I'm fat" thing - as I learned quite quickly many years ago.
Maybe your boyfriend will run out of patience with your whining too.