SOPHIE
Monday morning comes too fast.
I stand in front of my closet, staring at the clothes River and Avery helped me pick out. The jeans that actually fit. The tops that don't swallow me whole. The cardigan that's fitted instead of baggy.
For a second, I consider reaching for one of my old oversized shirts. The safe choice. The invisible choice.
But then I remember what River said: *You're not allowed to hide anymore.*
So I pull on the dark jeans and a burgundy sweater that actually shows I have a shape, and I look at myself in the mirror.
I still see all my flaws. The softness of my stomach. The width of my hips. The roundness of my face.
But I also see something else. Someone who's trying. Someone who's tired of apologizing for existing.
It'll have to be enough.
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The hallwa
