I used to be known as “the fat girlfriend.” Not as an insult—just a quiet label people felt entitled to comment on. So I learned to make myself useful instead: funny, dependable, easy to keep around. I showed up early, stayed late, and tried to be enough.That’s how I met Sayer. We clicked instantly, and…
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