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.