“Why her and not me?” Never in my twenty-three years of existence did I ever think I’ll be asking a man this. But here I am, in the middle of a park filled with noisy kids, asking my boyfriend of three years, Scottie—dumb name, by the way—the most embarrassing question ever. Why? He just announced he needs a break from us, and the cherry on top is that he’s taking his ex-girlfriend on a vacation I’ve been planning for months. Months! Scottie sighs, combing through his bubble-curly blonde hair and definitely flexing his biceps on purpose. Ugh! I can’t look at them. I’m too mad right now. “Look, Belle, this isn’t about you, okay? It’s about me and what I want,” he continues, talking in that nasty, gaslighting voice of his. “You’re cute and all, but I can’t be a gym influencer and have a girlfriend who looks like she eats donuts for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.” “Scottie!” I gasp because what the hell?! “You met me this way. I’ve always been plus-size. You said you love me
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