"Come on, otherwise we will be late" said Lyle, tossing some gloves towards me.
I couldn't help but smile as I laced up my trainers and put the gloves in my pocket. We were going running, it was the third time in the last week that my dad had let us go. I wasn't a natural runner, but I was trying to my hardest to get more fit. I was naturally curvy and quite body conscious, but was determined to feel comfortable in my own skin. Over the last few years, id overheard several conversations referring to me as "the Alphas fat daughter", which absolutely broke me. It was bad enough getting too much attention for who my dad was, never mind negative attention about how I looked. I had tried cutting calories and watching what I ate, but my body was an hourglass shape whether I liked it or not. Nor
