“Under this dress is not the body of a porn star. I've got stretch marks and a squishy belly and my boobs haven't been perky since I was twelve.” I didn’t mean for that to sound like a warning label about what I looked like. It's not like I wanted to warn him off. We were so opposite, and I didn't know if I actually believed in the whole opposites attract thing. There was this tiny part inside of me that wasn't ready to believe that the sexy, over-achieving, celebrity, sports star was attracted to the flighty, chubby, bookworm with only a semi-permanent job.
