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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

“So you kissed him and then ran away?” Vicki asked, crossing her legs in the chair. She was wearing a giant purple sun hat today, and we were sitting by her pool.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“And do you know why you ran?” she asked.

“I think it was because of what Amber said to me.” I ran my fingers around the hem of my dress nervously.

“The reason you ran had nothing to do with what Amber said to you and everything to do with what you say to yourself.”

I leaned back in my chair. “Are we back to my inner bitchy bully?”

“Until you learn to silence her, you’re going to run away from all the good things you deserve.”

“What do you mean?”

“Lori, your fears and insecurities and what you think about yourself, those things are all sabotaging you, and if you don’t learn to silence those voices, you’re never going to have the things in life that you deserve.”

“Okay, be direct, won’t you.”

“It’s true. You never finished that painting for Blackwell properly because you were too afraid to paint your body as you saw it.”

“Wait, are you saying that I sabotaged my chance of getting in?” I sat up in my chair and glared at her.

“I’m just saying that your fears are stopping you from having the things in life that you want and deserve.”

“So you’re saying I deserve Jake? That someone like me deserves him?”

“Why not?”

I shook my head. “You don’t get it. You’re not my age. You don’t understand how the world works these days. It’s easy for you to say that, when you’re sitting over there.”

She pulled her hat off and put it on the table in front of her. “Tell me how your world works.”

I sighed. “The girl like me, the fat girl, is only good for a few things. She’s either the best friend who’s really easy to talk to, the funny girl who makes everyone laugh, the sassy fat girl, or the weird fat girl . . . she is those things—and those are supporting roles, by the way. They’re not leading roles. They’re not the leading roles in the big Hollywood rom-coms. No! We don’t get to be stars in our own rom-coms, we don’t get that guy. We don’t get Jake Jones-Evans—star water-polo player, hottest guy at school—unless we’re in the pages of some unrealistic YA book that totally throws social conventions out the window and sets itself in this totally made-up world where fat girls win and the guy looks past all her cellulite and sees the girl inside. We don’t get that.”