On and Off the Page

A picture of Olivia Dade as a relatively young child, maybe 7 or 8, in a ruffled white shirt and mauve vest and skirt. She is smiling, with very chubby cheeks.
Me, around the time I began reading romances

One of the great joys of romance novels is their fundamental optimism. They reassure us that obstacles—everything from lingering childhood hurts to zombie apocalypses—can be overcome. That love can find us even under the most unlikely, humdrum, or harrowing circumstances. That happy endings are still possible, even in a very imperfect world filled with very imperfect people.

I’ve read romances since the age of seven or so, shortly after my mother pointed out the stack of dog-eared books in her closet and declared them off-limits. The next time I found myself unsupervised in the vicinity of her bedroom, of course, there was no stopping me. I basically dove headfirst into that pile of paperbacks.

I emerged transformed.

It was the early 1980s, and my mom was apparently really into pirates back then. So the stories featured plenty of buccaneers kidnapping spunky heiresses, as well as a few industrialists seducing naïve yet spunky virgins, and several cowboys wooing lonely—but spunky—young widows.

As it turned out, I loved almost all those books, regardless of their settings and plots, for a reason that only became clear to me far later: As a kid growing up in fraught family circumstances, I needed the reassurance that romances offered. I craved happy endings. And from the moment I reached the final page of that first forbidden novel, I never looked back. I became a lifelong romance reader before I even understood what all the persistent throbbing was about.

Around that same age, I also became undeniably fat. Which would have been hard enough, because the world is not especially kind to fat kids—but I was also grappling with what it meant to have a father who considered fatness to be a source of shame and fat people unattractive, best hidden far from the public eye.

So there I was, a fat girl soon to grow into a fat woman, struggling to believe that I was still loveable in my bigger body. Desperate to be told that someday in my future, I could be fat and be wanted, I could be fat and be adored, and I could be fat and have my own happy ending with someone far, far different from my father. And what genre could be better suited to offer that type of comfort than romance?

Only it didn’t, except on very—very—rare occasions.

Fat people rarely showed up on the pages of the romances I read, and when they did, it wasn’t often a pleasant reading experience. Mostly, they served as side characters. Often greedy or evil. Generally lazy or figures of mockery. Sometimes comic relief, because who could take their humanity seriously or consider them believable objects of desire?

There were basically no fat male main characters, and the vanishingly few fat female main characters almost always appeared in stories that somehow revolved about their weight and/or food. Their books, which I acquired and jealously hoarded, had titles like Just Desserts or A Whole Lotta Woman, because fatness couldn’t simply be incidental to the plot. No, it had to be A Big Deal. An obstacle to overcome or an issue to grapple with, more important than any other aspect of the characters’ lives. They couldn’t simply fall in love like everyone else.

It usually hurt to read those books. But at least it was a reflection of myself on the page, however distorted.

In general, though, people with bodies like mine were simply…absent. As if we lived in a world filled only with thin people, or as if happy endings were fundamentally incompatible with fatness.

I read thousands upon thousands of romances before the rise of self-publishing, and taken as an aggregate, the unspoken message was unmistakable. Unless you were thin, you didn’t get romance or a happy ending. Love might overcome any number of obstacles, but not fatness. And if you weren’t white, cishet, abled, or Christian either…well, good luck to you.

When self-publishing began, marginalized authors of all sorts kicked open doors long shut to them and wrote their own romances, featuring people who looked and lived and loved like them. For the first time, I was able to regularly see some version of myself finding happiness on the page, and the experience transformed me as fundamentally as that initial paperback in my mother’s closet, because words are powerful. Representation is powerful. Especially when stories that allow joy and love for marginalized people are still far too rare.

I was fortunate enough to begin writing romances after some space had already been cleared in the genre for authors like me who wrote fat characters like mine, both in self-publishing and traditional publishing. Nevertheless, writing about people with fat bodies falling in love still feels revolutionary and revelatory to me each time. It feels like an affirmation of myself and my own worth, and it feels like a hopeful offering to everyone struggling with body image issues.

It also feels like a long-belated message to me as a child, sitting in my mother’s closet, looking for myself in book after book after book. Seven years old. Fat. Lonely. Already uncertain of my lovability. Bound for a future of rapid weight loss and even more rapid weight gain and an intimate familiarity with both the diet industry and disordered eating.

I wish I could tunnel through time and space, hold my younger self, and tell her what she needed so badly to hear: That in time, she would be desired and loved. That there was nothing wrong with her. That someday, she’d see herself in so many stories, including ones she herself wrote.

I’d hand her a loaded e-reader and a towering stack of paperbacks, and I’d explain to her how seeing a version of herself loved on page would make it easier to love herself.

That girl is gone forever. I can’t reach her. But it is absolutely my intent and my privilege to write stories that would have changed her world and her conception of herself.

It’s the best I can do for her.

I think—I hope—she’d be proud.

Olivia smiling and holding a copy of ALL THE FEELS next to her face
Me today, holding a proof copy of All the Feels!

25 thoughts on “On and Off the Page

  1. Hi, Ms. Dade.

    I hope you will feel comfortable taking this post and posting it elsewhere, as I imagine there are a lot of people who will be inspired to know that someone knows what they are dealing with and can find a kindred spirit in you. Thank you so much for writing this post.


  2. “They couldn’t simply fall in love like everyone else.”

    It should be simple, shouldn’t it?

    All the feels for this post, Olivia. Thank you for sharing your stories with the world, and love and hugs for you sharing your own story too.
    XO, Melonie


  3. I liked reading this. I am sorry that your childhood was the way it was, and I am glad that you are a published writer. Now you get to tell your stories and people read them.


  4. I can relate so much to this post. And the lack of representation extends to so many other places…. I’ve been involved (in varying amounts) with the plus size sewing online community, where people would want to try sewing their own clothing because of the lack of RTW options, only to find that sewing patterns largely didn’t come in their size. (Thankfully, things have gotten much better in the past few years, although there’s still a ways to go.)

    And on that note…I am so looking forward to my copy of All the Feels arriving on my doorstep tomorrow!


    • I hope the story is everything you want it to be, michelle. Thank you for reading my book! ♥ And while I’m not surprised that sewing patterns haven’t been size-inclusive, I am so sorry that is/was the case. In recent years, I hope you’ve been able to find patterns that fit you and make you feel as beautiful as you are. ::hugs you::


  5. All the Feels landed on my doorstep today! Your essay and your book speak so truly to many many people, including myself. Thanks for so deftly and beautifully demonstrating the eternal optimism of LOVE for everybody and every body!


  6. Thank your for writing this. Thank you for sharing your heart and your love. I’m not a romance lover, but I have appreciated (for their message) and adored (for their delightfulness and cinnamon rolls heroes) your books. Especially All The Feels, which I just finished today. It’s now my now my favorite and figured I’ve finally try to track you down to find if there was another installment to the series simply because the books get better and better! Congratulations on a job done well and I hope it is also to your satisfaction and content.

    Last, I can say, I identify with this post in ways it is hard but also entirely too easy to identify.

    Thanks again,


    • Thank you for such a kind, supportive message, JaNea, and thank you for reading my books. ♥ I’m honored that the post rings true to you and that you loved All the Feels, and I’m wishing you nothing but good reading ahead! ::hugs you::


  7. I just discovered your books and I’m OBSESSED. It means so much to me seeing fat women represented in such a skilled, loving way. Looking forward to everything you will hopefully write in the future. Much love from Sweden!


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  9. I can’t wait for your next book. I have read both of them and they have given me some self worth back. You have given me hope even at my age. Thank you so much for writing these books. You are my new favorite author!!


    • Nancy, I’m so sorry that you’ve had to struggle with such painful issues, and if my stories help at all, I’m so, so glad. Thank you for reading my books, and I’m wishing you nothing but love and joy as you move forward in your life. ♥


  10. Just finished “Spoiler Alert” and had to tell you how glad I am to read such a happy and important book. I’ve also read a lot of fanfic and loved your portrayal of that world. I’m curious to check out that fanfic universe, but I can’t find a listing for Braimes (if I have that correct?)


    • Hi, Sherry! Thank you so much for reading Spoiler Alert, and I’m delighted that you enjoyed it. ♥

      As far as Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth fanfic, I really focused on Archive of Our Own (AO3). I’m more than happy to share links to some of my all-time favorite fics! “Traveling Far” by astolat (AKA Naomi Novik; https://archiveofourown.org/works/16214972) was my introduction to the fandom, and it’s still one of the best JB fics out there–funny, smart, sexy, touching, and playful. A couple of other stories I truly loved: the wonderful, wistful canon divergence “the battlefield between us” by robotsdance (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20088457) and the fascinating Korean War AU “Living Proof” by hardlyfatal (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20831183/chapters/49518512). There’s a lot of great writing in the fandom, and hopefully those are good places to start exploring. Take care, Sherry!


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