Daniella frowned into her closet. Everything she owned seemed to be loose and baggy, all designed to hide her lumpy figure. At 18 she’d been so self-conscious, always comparing herself to the skinny girls and feeling less than beautiful. The Daniella who now inhabited this body felt sorry for that girl, who had always felt ashamed of her body. “Sweetheart,” she told herself in the mirror on the back of the closet door, “You are perfect just the way God made you.” She grabbed a pair of leggings and a floral tunic. Unfortunately 18 year old Daniella was also jobless and broke, so a new wardrobe would have to wait until she found a job. She wasn’t going to stress Bev and David to buy her a bunch of new clothes. They already helped her with gas money and they paid the insurance o
