Love Me as I Am
I had a crush on him the moment I set my eyes on him. My heart raced so fast that I was almost ashamed that a woman such as me should feel something for a man such as him.
He was 6 ft 3 and every part of his body was toned with no ounce of fat in it. I on the other hand, had excess fat everywhere which was the reason why I contacted him in the first place to be my fitness coach.
That first day, he looked me in the eyes and said, “You are beautiful” and I turned a bright shade of pink.
“Thank you,” I murmured. I didn’t believe it, but I was determined to measure up to the compliment. I would work my butt off and become beautiful for him, I promised.
On the second week of training, after one of our intense workouts, he hesitated at the door, his eyes looking at me, almost pleading before he made his request.
I smiled at the look. He was the most confident man I knew, yet there was something so shy about his face at that moment that made me want to ask him to be mine. But how could I? I was twice his size and not a top choice for a guy like him.
“Um, I’ve got this gala thing tonight and I was wondering if you would like to come with.”
I must have looked shocked (which I was), because he asked, “are you okay?”
“Yes.” I said at last, and quickly added, “Are you sure?”
He smiled, his very white teeth shining, “positive.”
I was still clearly shocked at the gala, even though I was in a dress and had my hand tucked in the arms of the man of my dreams. At a point, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to know why he invited me. Did he invite me because I was one of his clients who he wanted to show off as a potential success story, or was there anything more?
“Why did you ask me to come?” I blurted out after I had pulled him to a corner.
“Do you hate it? If you do, we can just leave now.” He said.
“No, that’s not the point.” I said adamantly.
“What is it?”
“I think I’m the biggest person in this place…” I trailed off, my throat tightening up and tears clouding my eyes.
“That’s not how I see it,” he murmured as his hand went to my face and then to the nape of my hair, his hand forcing my eyes to meet his.
“How do you see it?” I asked softly.
“You are the person with the most beautiful laugh in this room” he said quietly, his eyes searching mine, willing me to believe him. “I love the body that houses such laughter no matter the size.”
Tears fell from eyes as those words emboldened me, coursing adrenaline to every fiber of my being as I stood on a tip toe and kissed him just like I had dreamed a thousand times. Nothing had ever felt so good in my entire life; to desire and be desired in return.
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