I never knew he hated my weight. Before his exchange year, he held me—nearly 100kg—and promised we’d go public. I slimmed from 220 to 99 pounds in a year for that, only to catch him kissing another girl at the airport with flowers.The truth struck: the nightly goodnight number was a burner he’d given his teammate. None of those soft words were his. As flowers fell, I typed three words: Who are you?I’d reshaped my body for his approval, only to be a joke he passed along.
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