LITTLE JITTERS

Elena’s Perspective

Have you ever experienced a strong dislike for your appearance and wished to transform every aspect of your life? If so, you are not alone; I share that sentiment.

I was born on what my father describes as the happiest day of his life, accompanied by my twin sister, Eloisa, who arrived just fifteen minutes before me. She is the ideal sibling.

Eloisa has always been my mother’s favorite. She is intelligent, possesses my mother’s lustrous blonde hair and striking blue eyes, and has a tall, slender physique with beautifully tanned skin. Overall, she has an impressive figure and resembles our mother closely. Eloisa is a lawyer, and my mother adores her. In contrast, I feel that my mother does not hold the same affection for me, as I have never quite lived up to the image of the perfect daughter she envisioned.

Since birth, I have been plus-sized and not particularly academically inclined. To be honest, I have always disliked school and reading.

I was chubby, and my mother constantly expressed concern about my weight since childhood. However, others reassured her that I would be fine as I matured. As I grew older, my size and weight increased, which led to my mother treating me sadly. She frequently complained about various aspects of me, including my weight, my intelligence, and much more.

I had become accustomed to her comparing me to Eloisa, to the point where it no longer affected me as it once did during my early years.

Nevertheless, I was my father's favorite. He went to great lengths to ensure my happiness and often told me that I was his preferred child. He remarked that I resembled his late mother, my grandmother, and that I reminded him of her significantly, as he held great affection for her. I have blonde hair and light blue eyes. Although Eloisa and I are not identical twins, we share similar features, such as our eye color and hair. The primary distinction between us is our size; my sister resembles a Victoria's Secret model, while I am more robust. I have a physique akin to my grandmother's during her teenage years, despite no longer being a teenager myself. My thighs are quite thick, and I possess curves. I like to think my breasts are acceptable, but my fuller figure adds to my challenges, along with my round cheeks and short, stout fingers and toes.

However, I am relatively tall, even taller than Eloisa. Unfortunately, this did not benefit me, as it earned me the nickname 'Hulk' during high school.

Regardless, high school is now a thing of the past. My father accepted me for who I am without the discrimination that my mother exhibited. He loves me wholeheartedly and has always showered me with gifts and treats to lift my spirits whenever I felt down.

I believe Eloisa harbored jealousy towards this, as she would often mock me whenever our father indulged me with presents. Throughout my life, my sister was essentially the primary bully; she consistently sought to make me feel sad and cry, especially when our father reprimanded her because of me. She even went to the extent of dating every boy I had a crush on, purely to torment me, and she continues this behavior to this day.

It seems her jealousy consumed her. After all, she was the intelligent and attractive one, and she anticipated that our father would favor her over me, just as our mother did. However, that was not the case. She ceased her struggle for his affection when our father declared that I would inherit all his businesses, a revelation that displeased our mother. Nevertheless, this did not deter Eloisa from maintaining her role as the bully.

Now, I find myself as a married woman. I wed before Eloisa, and not only that, I married one of the most desirable and affluent bachelors in town, Diego Perez. He captured my heart the very first moment I encountered him at my sister's birthday celebration, which coincidentally was also my birthday, although she was celebrating it alone.

He arrived accompanied by his friend Lorenzo Martinez, whom my sister is infatuated with; however, he does not even glance in her direction. He is affluent and possesses an excellent reputation in the business sector, in addition to being quite handsome and very masculine. I suppose that is the reason Eloisa is so fond of him.

Regardless, my husband is the finest man I know. Diego is a tall and slender individual with blond hair and striking hazel eyes. Although he is not particularly muscular, he has the ideal physique of a deity. He is attractive and charming, and I adore him. We were in a relationship for four months before Diego proposed to me. My father believed it was too hasty since it was my first romantic involvement, but I was not overly concerned. I love Diego, and he loves me in return, so my father consented. Now, here I am, two years into my marriage, as Mrs. Carter Perez.

Diego means everything to me; he is the love of my life and my entire world. I am indifferent to what others may say about him. Eloisa and my father firmly believe that Diego only married me for the prospect of inheriting my father's businesses. You see, my family has a long-standing history of wealth. My father was born into affluence and has also accumulated a significant fortune.

However, I am aware that Diego loves me for who I am; he is the only person I have besides my father. His love for me is sincere, and he does not concern himself with my size or my appearance. He appreciates me for my true self, refraining from making comparisons with anyone else, and he never criticizes my size or suggests that I should go on a diet.

I possess what I have always desired: a partner who loves me for my authentic self. Soon, Diego and I will embark on the journey of starting a family together. I will finally attain everything I have ever wished for—a joyful family and a devoted husband.