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When I drove back to the office, I was still flushed and my mind was running with a speed of thousand miles per hour just to conjure up a reason that led him to act that way. So far, the only possible explanation that made sense to me was that he didn’t like what he saw – my thick thighs.
It instantly made me look down to them. Did they look that bad or could it be that those ugly stretch marks disgusted him? A part of me wouldn’t be surprised because I myself hated them.
Maybe he would have liked me or acted better with me had I not been like this? I was very much self-aware of my body and the way I looked. I knew I didn’t have the perfect body. I wasn’t tall and I didn’t have that perfect hourglass body either. I knew that I was very average looking – a plain Jane, a healthy pla
