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  1. Big Boned
  2. CONTENTS
  3. Dedication
  4. 1
  5. 2
  6. 3
  7. 4
  8. 5
  9. 6
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. 13
  17. 14
  18. 15
  19. 16
  20. 17
  21. 18
  22. 19
  23. 20
  24. 21
  25. 22
  26. 23
  27. 24
  28. 25
  29. 26
  30. 27
  31. 28
  32. 29
  33. 30
  34. 31
  35. 32
  36. 33
  37. 34
  38. 35
  39. 36
  40. 37
  41. 38
  42. 39
  43. 40
  44. 41
  45. 42
  46. 43
  47. 44
  48. 45
  49. 46
  50. 47
  51. 48
  52. 49
  53. 50
  54. 51
  55. 52
  56. 53
  57. 54
  58. 55
  59. One Month Later
  60. Acknowledgments
  61. About the Author
  62. Copyright
  63. About the Publisher
  64. Backad 1
  65. Backad 2
  66. Backad 3
  67. Backad 4

I looked at my mom, and she smiled at me. I was a bit taken aback by this sudden change of heart she seemed to be having. But I also felt grateful for it too. I was excited about the idea of having some time on my own. But when she and Zac went out, I felt strangely alone in this massive house and had no idea what to do with myself. I flopped down on the couch and pulled my phone out. If I was in Joburg, the guys would come over. We might watch some Netflix, we might go out for coffee, or go to Maggie’s and sip whiskey and pretend it tasted good because we looked so cool doing it. We might go scrounging through some secondhand shops, seeing what treasures we could find there. And then I thought of something. I reached into my bag and pulled out Thembi’s business card. I stared at it for ages before typing her a message.

LORI: What you doing today?

THEMBI: Nothing. You want to go fabric shopping?

LORI: Sure

THEMBI: What’s your address, I’ll come fetch you

I sent her my address and was about to put my phone away when I remembered something she’d said. I went to Google and typed in @fullerfigurefullerbust. I followed the link to her Instagram page, and when I saw the pictures, I sat up straight on the couch. I stared at them, thumbing over the screen as the pictures flew by.

She was absolutely gorgeous. This voluptuous redhead with perfect, flicked eyeliner and red lips. Posing in sexy lingerie, not caring that her stomach had rolls or her legs had cellulite. She looked so confident and sexy and . . .

I burst out laughing. Looked nothing like me.

36

Thembi and I spent the day buying fabrics for my dress. It had started out weirdly; I didn’t know how to act around her, with her strange monotone replies. But after a while I kind of realized that she was just like that, always giving short, sharp answers to people and not putting much effort into her tone. In fact, she reminded me of Zac a little.

And by the time we’d finished shopping, we were chatting away like friends who’d known each other for years. I was surprised by how easily conversation flowed. I’m not sure why I’m always so surprised when I get on well with someone. Dr. Finkelstein said that I put up a protective wall around myself. That I go through life expecting people to be horrible to me, and when they’re not, it surprises me. Like with Jake. While I was thrilled, okay, more than thrilled, we were hanging out, it still surprised me.

When Thembi and I had finished shopping, we headed back to her house.