I ran my hands down my thighs, regretting what he would’ve seen. If only it had been one of my better weeks, when I’d been to the gym and eaten well. Then again, he’d always told me he loved my body exactly how it was. It was his words I played over in my mind when hearing my father’s jibes, or if I went into a boutique to enquire about a cute dress only to be told they didn’t stock my size. Connor had liked me, then. Made me feel better about myself. I didn’t want to know his judgement now.
Girl is extremely self conscious
