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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 took a deep breath. I’d learned some things about myself over the last few months, and it wasn’t because I’d worn a pretty dress, or gone to Vicki, or because I was dating the hottest guy at school. I’d learned these things because I’d finally learned to shut up the bullies in my head (most of the time). I’d learned these things because I’d put in the work and had spent hours in front of the mirror with my red lip liner, exploring every part of myself. It was because I’d found my voice and my strength, and now knew that my worth was far greater than a number on the scale.

I am a work of art. My body is a masterpiece. It is a kaleidoscope of pictures and shapes that tells its own unique story. It has carried me all these years—carried me to great heights, carried me out of the lows, carried me to this moment in time, right here, right now. My body is not perfect. My body has lines and dents and wobbly bits and bits that bulge, but it’s mine. I own it. It is the only one of its kind, and tonight, it is dressed in sexy, red, lacy things that make my boobs look awesome AF!

I closed my eyes, pulled my dress over my head, and dropped it to the ground. A silence followed. I swear the whole world, and everyone and everything in it, stopped. I kept my eyes closed tightly for a few moments . . . I am a work of art. And then I opened them and looked at Jake.

“Wow.” His voice was deep and gravelly. I’d never heard it like that before. “You’re gorgeous,” he said softly as he looked at me. His eyes swept over my body, and I felt completely and utterly naked, even though I wasn’t. He smiled that naughty smile again and then started walking backward into the pool.

“You ready?” he asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” I said, stepping down onto the first step. The water came up just above my ankles. Jake took another step in and I followed him. This time the water came to my knees. Another step. The water lapped at my thighs now and I inhaled sharply. This was the deepest I’d been in years.

“You’re okay,” he said reassuringly and took another step.