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The Supportive Friends.

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~ Ivy ~

The hallway of the Ashbourne Art Institute smelled like turpentine and fresh paint. My boots made a soft thud on the clean tile floor. I clutched my heavy grey sketchbook to my chest like a shield. My heart was still hammering against my ribs from the applause back in the studio.

They liked it, I thought, my mind racing. They really liked my portrait.

"Hey! Ivy!"

I stopped and turned around.

A young woman with bright pink hair was jogging down the hall toward me. She wore an oversized d
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  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    Julian's Obsession.

    ~ Julian ~“You’re still staring at her,” Chloe said, her voice dropping into that sharp, fake-sweet edge that always meant a storm was coming.I didn’t look up from my tablet. The glossy digital cover of Ashbourne Life & Style filled the screen, displaying the woman I had spent a full year trying not to see.Ivy.Only, it wasn't the Ivy who used to skulk through the dark hallways of my mansion in oversized gray sweaters, apologizing to the walls just for existing. The woman on the screen wore a emerald green dress that hugged every single curve of her heavy hips and full bust. Her long dark hair fell in soft, dark waves over one bare shoulder, and her hazel eyes looked directly into the lens. There was no hesitation in them. No fear. She wasn't hiding her fat; she was wearing it like a velvet cloak."She looks ridiculous," Chloe sneered, stepping closer. The heavy scent of her jasmine perfume filled my nose, usually pleasant, but today it made my stomach turn. She snatched the tablet

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Viral Moment.

    ~ Ivy ~I sat on the edge of the plush green sofa in my studio, clutching my tablet so tightly my knuckles turned white. My thumb hovered over the screen. The image from the art magazine interview was queued up, ready to be posted. In the photo, I wore the deep emerald dress Ethan helped me choose. It hugged my hips, showed off my thick waist, and framed my soft shoulders without an ounce of apology.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird."You don't have to do it if you're not ready, Ivy," Ethan said softly. He was standing near the door, wearing his dark medical scrubs with the sleeves pushed up his forearms. He smelled like mint and the clean scent of the hospital.I looked up at him. "If I keep hiding behind my artwork, I’m letting Julian and my mother win. They made me believe my body was a crime." I took a deep, shaky breath, letting the air fill my lungs. "I'm not hiding anymore."I tapped the screen. The post was live.Underneath the photo, the caption read: I w

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Interview.

    ~ Ivy ~I stared at the glowing laptop screen on my studio desk. The white rectangular box in my inbox seemed to burn my eyes. The sender was Ashbourne Creative Monthly, the city’s premier art publication. I read the line aloud, my voice barely a whisper against the quiet room."They want to interview me.""Who wants to interview you?" Maya asked, stepping through the studio doorway. She held a steaming mug in each hand, the scent of fresh cinnamon coffee drifting across the room. She set one mug near my elbow, leaned over my shoulder, and read the screen. Her eyes widened, and she let out a shriek that made me jump out of my wooden chair. "Ivy! This is huge! This is Ashbourne Creative Monthly!""Maya, quiet!" I put my hand over my heart, feeling it hammer against my ribs. "They want to do a full profile. On me. On I.M. Gray.""So say yes!" Maya squeezed my shoulders tightly, her pink curls bouncing. "You’ve been selling out your canvases for three months online. Your brand, Phoenix R

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Body that Survived.

    ~ Ivy ~The bedroom in the guest house was warm, filled with the early afternoon sunlight that spilled across the hard oak floor. I stood barefoot in front of the full-length mirror, my hands resting lightly at my sides.For months, I had avoided this specific glass. Whenever I walked past, I usually trained my eyes on the floor or turned my head away out of muscle memory. But today, the room was quiet, and I forced myself to look directly at the reflection.I was still plus-sized. My thighs were thick, touching firmly beneath the hem of my cotton slip, and my hips flared outward into soft, deep curves. My stomach was round, marked by the faint, silver stretch marks of a life that had tried to break me. I hadn't starved myself to get here. I had eaten three meals a day, walked through the garden with Ethan, and let my body rest. I had lost a little weight naturally, simply because I wasn't drowning in stress, but my frame was fundamentally the same.I was curvy. I was fat.And for the

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Brand is Born.

    ~ Ivy ~The warm morning sunlight poured into my workspace at the Riverside Arts Quarter, painting the hardwood floor in quiet gold. I stood over my large drafting table, staring down at a row of freshly dried watercolor prints. My hands were stained with dark blue ink, but for the first time in my life, I didn’t care about getting dirty. I picked up a pencil, adjusted my grip, and smoothed the fine edge of a charcoal outline.The studio door banged open, breaking the silence.Maya rushed in, her bright pink hair bouncing wildly against her shoulders. She carried a massive stack of art magazines under one arm and a steaming paper cup of coffee in her other hand. She slammed the magazines onto my desk, almost knocking over my jar of paintbrushes."Ivy! Stop what you’re doing right now," Maya panted, her eyes wide with excitement. "Look at this!"I blinked, stepping back from my canvas and wiping my palms on my apron. "Maya? What’s going on? Is everything okay?""Is everything okay? Ivy

  • The Plus-Sized Bride No One Wanted: Too Fat to Love    The Woman They Can't Ignore.

    ~ Ivy ~I stood in front of the tall mirror in the corner of my guest house bedroom.Sunlight poured through the clean glass window, warm and bright against my face. I looked at my body. My stomach was still soft and rounded. My hips were wide, stretching out the navy-blue fabric of my cotton dress. I was still fat and curvy.For the first time in my life, I did not turn away. The self hatred I've always had for myself is gone. My hands stayed resting lightly at my sides. My breath came easy and slow.I leaned closer to the mirror. The small dark circles under my hazel eyes were almost completely gone. My hair fell over my shoulders in clean, glossy waves. The pale, frightened woman who had crawled out of a hospital gown and collapsed onto a freezing road months ago was gone."You survived," I whispered to the empty room. "You are still here."I walked out of the bedroom and into the small art studio space Ethan had helped me set up in the back room. The air smelled rich and sharp—li

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