Curvy Girls Can't Date Quarterbacks (The Curvy Girls Club, #1)

by Kelsie Stelting

Everyone acted like if you were fat, all your medical problems were fat. They never wanted to look beyond the extra layer of tissue to see what was really going on.

That was what you were trained to do as a plus-size girl—cover up. Turn around. Hide. Don’t expose anyone to your body in case it made them uncomfortable. Never mind how that secrecy made you feel like your body was something to be ashamed of. According to our society, your body wasn’t for you. It was for you to show everyone else.

“You don’t need to make excuses for why you don’t deserve as good as Merritt has in life. Everyone’s different. That doesn’t mean less.”

I wanted to go out in public and not feel like people were judging me for my size, but seeing me as a whole person.

“What’s your favorite thing you’ve ever taken a photo of?” His hazel eyes caught mine, dark in the fire, and all the energy there transferred to me as he said, “You.”

I held the letter to my chest and hoped when fall came, I’d be accepted in more ways than one.

Now on the screen, Carson shook his head. “What’s with you girls and feeling like you have to be perfect to go out in public?” he asked. “It’s not like it’s a sale barn and they weigh you before you can go in! Just because the rest of the school acts like there’s a weight limit on hotness doesn’t mean they’re right. Or that you need to buy into it.”

“No, can't you see?” I asked, looking toward the ground. “I made art. Sometimes, the most beautiful things are broken.”

I was more than happy to oblige. I knelt in front of the bleacher railing, kissing his perfect lips. Everyone around us cheered, and he said softly so only I could hear him, “Now, that's how you wish someone good luck.”

“I wish this could last forever,” I breathed against his lips. Beckett rested his forehead against mine, his eyes closed. “Some moments are too perfect for photos. They have to be lived.”