that “Law & Order” plot lines no longer lurk behind the trees made the park a place for a perfect after-dark jaunt. Past sleeping sphinxes and the Temple of Dendur at 84th Street off Fifth Avenue, the park had gone to the dogs: free roaming pets reveled in the absence of leash laws that loosen after 9 p.m.

Lucky, a mixed breed, found the boots that night. He had a red LED light on his collar and glowed like a little Rudolf, prancing staglike around his owner, Marcus Giancaterino, a banker who had heard of the boots — though he had never seen them — from other night dog walkers. Park lore said the pair belonged to a man who lay moray-like in a bush, waiting to pounce onconvey society's mainstream ideas of what makes a girl "hot." Ideas with which I happen to disagree.) I think it is absolutely beautiful to see a BBW who knows that she is gorgeous. Confidence is empowering.

I look back at my early and formative days in which I began to pursue BBWs and am actually ashamed. The first bigger girl that I slept with I did so from desperation. I did not stick around in the days following, and by the time I realized that she was probably right for me, she had rightfully moved on. At the time I was young and stupid and still believed that myth that "fat girls try harder" and that a big girl would be desperate as well and that she would welcome