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I study my reflection in the full-length dressing-room mirror.
Carla appraises me. “That dress looks amazing on you.”
I don’t know exactly when it happened, but, at some point, my once concave parts became downright curvaceous.
For a while, my single status and substance-free existence led me into the loving arms of chocolate, but that’s died down. Through yoga, I’ve found a greater awareness of my true hungers and desires. These days, I eat when I’m hungry, stop when I’m full. Sure, I have a tendency to over-caffeinate, but, for the most part, I treat my body well.
I haven’t even f****d anyone since Joshua, and that was two months and twenty-five days ago.
“So… You excited for the wedding?”
“More like terrified.”
“You’re changing, Jess. This is a chance to be different.”
Carla
