Loving a Curvy Girl
One cold winter day, three months ago, I ran into what I hoped was the man of my dreams. I met him at a coffee shop near my place. He was in line ahead of me and when he turned around I was smitten. The genuine smile he gave me shone through his kind, brown eyes.
Instantly nervous, I gave him an awkward smile back. I stood a little taller and tried to suck in my gut. It wouldn’t cooperate. He lifted his cup of coffee towards me and said, “Hope your day is as lovely as you are.” He gave me another smile and then walked away. I stood there like an idiot and watched him leave.
“Miss? Miss? What can I get you Miss.” The barista tried to pull my attention back to the reason I was in line. I resisted the urge to say “I’ll have that talk drink of coffee that just walked out the door.” Instead I ordered my usual dessert in a cup, trying not to think about the calories in it or the weight I was supposed to be trying to lose.
After that day we met in that coffee shop, at least once a week and exchanged smiles and nods, but never anything more. After a month of this I decided that he wasn’t interested in loving a curvy girl. Once that thought entered my head, I couldn’t get rid of it. First I was sad, then I got mad over the thought that he couldn’t see past my weight.
The next time I ran into him at the coffee shop I had a serious attitude. I avoided making eye contact with him and I refused to exchange smiles on the few occasions when our eyes still met. This awkwardness continued for the next month until I decided that I was tired of it and started getting coffee at another shop closer to my job.
That was successful for another month, until today, when I ran into him at the new coffee shop. I almost didn’t recognize him without his winter gear, but when our eyes met there was little doubt that it was him. He was exiting as I entered. Today he held two cups of coffee so I held the door open for him, before I realized it was him. “Thanks,” he said and then his eyes lit up with recognition. “Hey long time no see. Have a great one.” He lifted a cup of coffee towards me like he’d done the first time we met, but this time there was no glove and his gold wedding band caught my eye. He walked over to one of the coffee shop’s sidewalk tables where an abundantly curvy woman sat and waited. Leaning over he kissed her lovingly before handing her one of the cups of coffee. She smiled and stood and together they walked away, their coffee free hands holding on to one another.
Apparently he had no problems loving a curvy girl, but maybe this curvy girl had a problem believing he could.
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