The Kidnapped Bride
“Do I look fat to you?”
“No,” he said. “Not really.”
“So, I look a little fat?”
“Darling, you are not fat. You are just not slim. But you are not fat either. I think you are perfect.”
I laughed. “Not that I care if I am fat or not,” I said. “I am a grown woman. I don’t really care about such things. I mean, to me, I look perfect. I have just got thick thighs and a little bit of belly fat. That’s nothing, right?”
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