Chapter 161

• Beverly
• Being made fun of for my weight my entire life had allowed me to build up quite the thick skin. I knew that I had a pretty face and that a section of the population liked my curves, so that allowed me to ignore most of the rancor that wanted me to hate myself. That confidence that I wasn’t a complete piece of shit just for being plus sized was part of what made my second foster mother not work out. She was borderline obsessed with my weight and tried diet after diet, which I never followed.
• But splayed out on Mr. Fitzgerald’s insanely comfortable mattress made me that much more acutely aware of my body and how much bigger it was than average.