Chapter Seven
Alison“You’re so beautiful when you’re excited.”
I freeze, my fork slipping from my fingers, emotions flooding my body. Nico’s earlier comment rings in my head. Everyone wants a hot bod. No s**t, Sherlock. Tell me something I don’t know. I was foolish enough to believe that was different, once upon a time. I know better now.
He must be punking me. My bod is the furthest thing from hot, and it’s certainly not beautiful. I’m not beautiful. I can never be beautiful. Not in this body. How many times did Tommy shout at me, voice dripping with disdain, that I was butt-ugly? That if I had any self-respect, I’d go to the gym and lose a few pounds. How many times did Nico and his cohort call me worse?
I’ll settle for ‘not-ugly’. I’ll settle for healthy. And maybe someday I can loo
