“Do you know what it feels like to have people make fun of you at the beach for simply existing at your size? Do you know how it feels to walk by magazines and have headlines shouting at you that you need to change? Do you know how it feels to always be the funny fat friend?” I studied her for a moment, hating anything and everyone that had made her feel like that. “I’ve never seen you that way.” “How do you see me?” she asked. I took her in, and only one word came to mind. “Beautiful.”
