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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’m the third prettiest girl in the world,” I whispered, and then closed and locked my bedroom door. I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. It stared back at me with that same cold, relentless look it had a few weeks ago. But this time, I wasn’t going to take crap from it.

But . . . what if I was going to hate the person I was about to meet? What if all I could see were the flaws? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. And when I finally opened them again, I locked eyes with the person staring back at me. We gave each other a firm and determined nod. We were in this together, me and my reflection. We could do this!

I pulled my T-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, and then looked at the torso in front of me. The first thing I noticed was the color. I was pale, and my broad shoulders and chest were covered in freckles that I’d never really liked before. I focused all my attention on the freckles before looking anywhere else. I stared so long and so hard at them that they seemed to transform in front of my eyes and suddenly, they didn’t look like freckles anymore.

I moved closer to the mirror and lifted my finger to one of the freckles and joined the dots, like joining the stars in the constellations. And when I was finished, I shook my head in utter disbelief.

I walked over to my makeup bag and pulled out a red lip liner, and then carefully lowered it to the first freckle and traced the dots again. This time I left a trail of red behind, and when I was done, there it was. As clear and perfect as one of my paintings: a heart.

The freckles on my chest made a perfect heart shape, just above my left breast. I looked at it and smiled. I had no idea that under all those things I usually hated, something like this would have appeared.

I turned sideways and looked at my arm and my eye immediately sought out another image. I lifted the red lip liner again and followed the dots. This time a star appeared, a little wonky, some arms longer than the others, but it was a star. I turned the other way, looked at my other arm and shoulders, and immediately saw more images. I traced them excitedly; I’d uncovered a hidden world that I never knew existed until now. I pulled my pants off and looked at my legs. On my upper thigh, a sickle moon. On my other thigh, a flower.