My husband was about 19 stone when I met him (I was just over 10 stone - normal BMI for my height).
Over the years we both put on weight, though him a lot more than me. At my biggest post-pregnancy weight, I was just over 14 stone. By contrast, my hubby at his biggest was just over 33 stone. At this point, obviously we were both overweight.
We're both losing weight together now. I'm a few pounds lower now than I was when we first met (so back to normal BMI), and he is around the 24-and-a-half stone marker.
Whilst I definitely think he looks better on the slimmer side (I say slimMER - obviously I've never actually seen him slim) obviously his weight didn't put me off marrying him.
I will say something though - when his weight began to be a hindrance to his mobility, that is when things got really tough. To a certain extent his mobility is still hindered, but not as badly as it was when he was at his biggest. That's something that I wish had never happened, and he wishes that too - that he had never gotten that big.
I'm quite excited at the fact that he's losing weight, and I don't deny that I would like him to be normal weight, but I care about him despite his weight. I'm not some peculiar chubby-chaser - I'd rather he wasn't big, but I'm not shallow either, I can see past it.