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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

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb.” He looked at me apologetically for a moment and then looked over at Vicki. “Sorry, I thought your session today was canceled, or I would never have disturbed you.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay.” Who was he?

“It was canceled, and then filled again. Sorry, I forgot to tell you,” Vicki said, looking over her shoulder at this man.

He gave me a killer smile and then mouthed another sorry my way. He walked up to Vicki and then to my surprise, leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead.

“I’m leaving now. I’ll probably be back at ten,” he said so sweetly and lovingly.

She smiled up at him. “Hurry home,” she said.

He gave me a small wave before he walked away. I stared after him in shock. I looked back at Vicki only when she cleared her throat and put her big hat back on.

“Mmm-hmm,” she said. “See, we fat girls do get the hot guy too. Sometimes we do actually get to be the stars in our own Hollywood rom-coms.” And with that, she put her glasses back on her face and lay back in her lounger, smiling. I watched her for a bit.

“You see, Lori, what you have to realize is that these hetero-normative beauty standards that we all hold ourselves up to are total crap! They’ve been forced on us by magazines and catwalks and the beauty industry. And women everywhere are finally fighting back, taking to the stage and Instagram and showing the world that we can be hot too. Besides, beauty often has very little to do with outward appearances. Take an artist like Picasso—he certainly wasn’t painting what would be called beautiful. Francis Bacon, Frida Kahlo, the list goes on. But how do you look at those paintings? As great works of art. As things that contain beauty. The concept of beauty, and what others find beautiful, is complicated and layered. It’s not as simple as a flat stomach and a perfect face. Some find great beauty in a person’s laugh, in their mind . . . bloody hell, some people like feet. And the sooner you realize that, the better. I had to learn to measure my self-worth and beauty by a different yardstick—I know I’m no great beauty, but I also know that the other qualities I possess make me hot as hell! And someone, one day, maybe sooner than you think, is going to look at you and think you are the most beautiful woman in the world, just like someone looks at me like that.” She turned to me and pulled her glasses down her nose and looked at me over them. “See, I really do know how the world works.”

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