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The world can often feel like a one-size-fits-all place, but applying a few alterations can make life a perfect fit.
“Good grief! You don’t have a drink in your hand. Tisn’t right, tisn’t fair, tisn’t proper!”
“I don’t consider it body shaming.” “What do you consider it then?” “Calling it like it is. I’m not a stick figure, and I’m okay with that. But I don’t like that we have to tiptoe around these labels society has put out there. If you have eyeballs, the game is up. I’m chubby.”
“Well, do you think chubby is beautiful?” I ask, quite certain I already know her answer. Freya opens her mouth to answer, but no words come out. “See?” I reply knowingly and shake my head in disappointment. “You’re body shaming yourself, even if you don’t realise it. If you can’t admit that chubby can easily be bonnie, then I think I’ve figured out your first lesson.”
“Your size and your shape are bonnie, and you don’t need to trip over your words in front of a guy you fancy because you should never doubt how beautiful you are.”
“But even if I can’t cure you of this warped view you have about your body, you need to remember you’re funny, and smart, and talented, with loads of other qualities that make the fact that you’re drop-dead gorgeous a really nice perk. Any man would be lucky to talk to you.” Mac finishes his rant and stares fiercely into my eyes without an ounce of humour in his expression.
She’s being a cautious kisser. I hate cautious kissers. Kissing shouldn’t be safe. It’s an animalistic act. It’s connecting on a fundamental level that humans should embrace with their base instincts, not their minds.
I can’t tell if she’s actually more beautiful tonight than she has been all the other times I’ve seen her, or if it’s the fact that I know I’m going to be inside her in a matter of hours, and that fact has escalated her beauty into the stratosphere of obscenely gorgeous.
“Your body is everything I fucking want.” He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Your curves.” Kiss to my shoulder. “Your dimples.” Kiss to my neck. “Your softness.” Kiss to my breasts, and my belly, and my…oh my fucking God, he’s on his knees.
I might be inclined to be self-conscious under normal circumstances, but the smoldering look on his face makes me feel like the hottest woman in the world right now.
I always had ideas but deferred to the more outgoing person in our group. Confidence gets things done. Reticence never gets off the ground.
I just never really expected to end up here. Life is pretty good at forcing you down a path.”
“You would have talked me out of it,” I say, pulling back and aggressively swiping at my tears. “Everybody would have, and my mind was made up. I didn’t want to have to defend myself.”
“It’s a very special thing when you can find a lass that you can be fat and happy with.”
“You’ve spent your whole life people-pleasing because you’re so worried about making someone unhappy.
The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her against me once again is everything that makes sense in this world. I move my lips against hers, begging and pleading with her to have me. To remember me. To forgive me.
I won’t be silent anymore. I won’t have quiet feelings about what I want out of life anymore. I’m not the same person who just accepts what’s in front of me. I need more. I’m worth more.
