I constantly see people talking about beauty as subjective, and I’m pretty sure that people are missing the point.
I can’t date excessively fat women, because my penis, independent of anything I tell it, goes into catatonic withdrawal at the sight of them.
Morals don’t factor in at all. If I had to hazard a guess, I’d presume that my penis, of its own accord, doesn’t like you because you look like a risky bet for depositing sperm. It doesn’t want to stop the bus and let the little guys out, because y’all look like a bad part of town.
There’s no argument that’s going to matter. My brain can be like “aw, since you put it that way..” all day, but my dick will have left the building while we were having this discussion. So why the fuck do you want to go on and on endlessly about body positivity? Why do you still try to fit 50 gallons of Crisco in 15 gallon leggings?