She found me next to the growing pile of crock pots and kitchen sets. I was seated near the bride, half praising her newest pair of plush monogrammed bath towels, half wondering if a fourth glass of champagne would be overdoing it.
She perched on a wing chair and turned to me. “So.
“I’ve been thinking…”
Oh, God. Those three words. My heart rate quickened, hoping the next set of words weren’t going to be awful.
“I want to move to live with you in D.C. I really do. It’s just … I feel like this is all happening so fast. In a few months, I could have…
Five years ago I had an “ideal” body.
I don’t mean to say that my body was free of imperfections, but rather that I had a body that most women are taught to believe is close to perfect: I was 5” 5’, weighed barely 115 pounds, and wore a size 2. I had…