*Amelia*
I can’t believe I let Jim talk me into this. My clothes have become uncomfortable, but the thought of buying something bigger terrifies me. Dealing with my weight gain and how my body has changed has been hard.
I pull on the jeans, the stretchy panel going comfortably over my stomach. It fits well, but there’s so much room for growth. I wipe a tear from my cheek. I feel ridiculous, but I can’t stop the thoughts that have been attacking me for a while now. I’m going to be huge. I’ll never look how I did before.
“Feels better, doesn’t it?” Jim calls out from the other side of the fitting room door.
My lip quivers. It does. “Yeah,” I say, my voice cracking and betraying me.
The handle to the door shakes and he tries to enter, but it’s locked. “Let me in, Darlin’.”
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