Maddie continued talking and I continued taking deep breaths. I hate this, I hate this
After two years of wearing skinny-girl clothing, I knew what it felt like to own beautiful clothes. And I wanted that confidence, even though I wasn’t skinny anymore. I really, really wanted to open a fashion-forward, plus-sized clothing line.
But I kept hearing my date’s words echoing. As I walked to my dead-end job each morning: Are you sure you want to do this? When I stared at the trendy outfits my sisters bought for Yom Tov: Aren’t you going to regret it one day? On the days when yet another shadchan suggested I lose weight or set me up with a random guy — just because he was overweight: People will think that you think it’s okay to be plus-sized.
I jumped from job to job, hating each one. After yet another long day at yet another boring job, I told my parents that I was finished. “I’m done working,” I said.
My parents, understandably, didn’t think this was a great plan.
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