"Besides, Mr. Howard, you're right. Now that I'm William Howard, no one will laugh at me for being a ‘Mr. Howard.' But back when I was still Emma, even just walking down the street, people would snicker at me. They'd say things far worse than you ever have. And none of it was because I did something unforgivable, or hurt anyone. It was just because I was fat."
"But can a person's size really be the only thing that defines them? And just because someone's fat, does that automatically make them ugly? Who gets to decide what's beautiful and what's not? Just because you're highborn, does that mean you get to make the rules? And does someone deserve to be hurt just because you don't like something about them?"
William, who had been about to respond, suddenly went quiet.
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