It’s like when a black woman calls you “baby” or “sugar”, or when a southern mom calls you “honey.” There’s no specific reason why being called “big guy” makes me feel good, but it does. It makes me feel like I’ve got big biceps and a ripped six-pack. It makes me feel like I can bench press a million pounds, and then turn around and give you the best hug of your life. It makes me feel beautiful, in a King sort of way. Which is odd for me, because I’m a 5’2” 120lb girl.