My Ex Dumped Me for My Best Friend Because I Was ‘Too Fat’ — on Their Wedding Day , Karma Stepped In
“You’re great, Larkin. You really are. You have such a good heart,” he said. “But you didn’t take care of yourself. I deserve someone who matches me.”
That was the line that really did it.
I gave him a trash bag for his things.
Matches me.
Like I was the wrong shoes for his suit.
Maren didn’t say a word. Not one. Just crossed her arms, eyes shining, and let him talk.
I gave him a trash bag for his things.
I told her to leave my key on the counter.
Within three months, they were engaged.
Then I sat on my kitchen floor and felt everything collapse inward.
Within weeks, they were posting couple photos.
Within three months, they were engaged.
People sent me screenshots. I muted half my contacts.
Abby offered to help me slash his tires. I laughed and cried and said no.
I couldn’t stand being in my body with that voice in my head.
Instead, I turned all the hate inward.
He just said what everyone else thinks, I told myself. You’re great, but. You’re funny, but. If you’d really loved him, you’d have lost the weight.
I couldn’t stand being in my body with that voice in my head.
So I started changing the only thing I could control.
Little by little, I walked farther.
I joined Abby’s gym.
The first day, I lasted eight minutes on the treadmill before my lungs lit on fire. I pretended I had to pee, hid in the bathroom, and cried.
The second day, I went back.
Little by little, I walked farther. Jogged. Lifted light weights. Watched form videos on YouTube in my car so I wouldn’t look stupid.
I cut back on takeout. Learned to roast vegetables without burning them. Logged my food obsessively. Drank more water.
Then my face looked sharper in the mirror.
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