[Leah’s P.O.V.] – Blue Ridge Pack
I felt like an i***t standing in front of the mirror wearing that deep red negligee. I am desperately trying to feel confident, to love my body, but the insecurity won’t allow me. All I can see are my scars, the bones still protruding through my too-pale skin, and all the curves I don’t have.
Wrapping a sweater around me, I bolt for the door. I am not even sure where I’m running to; all I know is that I need fresh air to fill my lungs and expel the doubt. I run for my tree, but something catches my eye. I haven’t been out to the gardens in a week, every time I try to make my way out there, someone comes up with an excuse for me to stay away, and now I know why.
Rows of new greenhouses are sitting on a formerly empty lot. In fact, it’s the lot I sugges
