When my fiancé’s parents told me I was “taking up too much space” because of my size and forced him to end our engagement, I thought my world had ended. But months later, when they showed up at my door begging me to marry their son, I had the perfect answer waiting.
I’m still shaking as I write this.
I don’t know if it’s from anger or relief or something I can’t even name yet.
I’m Stephanie. I’m 25.
Last week felt like living through a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from, except this nightmare had been building for months.
Let me back up. I met Ben during our junior year of college.
He was different from the other guys, who only chased the same cookie-cutter Instagram girls with their flat stomachs and thigh gaps.
Ben saw me. The actual me.
He loved my laugh, the way I got excited about old bookstores, and how I could quote entire episodes of our favorite shows.
He made me feel beautiful when the world had spent years telling me I wasn’t.
Two months after we started dating, he proposed in the campus library where we’d first met.
It was simple, perfect, and I said yes before he even finished asking.
I thought I’d found my forever.
Then I met his parents, and everything fell apart.
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