• My boyfriend was ashamed of my weight

    1 month ago - By Stuff

    I met Marc right after I moved into a new neighbourhood. He was tall, smart and brooding in the way that anyone who likes Emily Bronte could appreciate. He had jet black hair and wore his jeans low on his hips. We talked for hours about heady, existential topics. And he was the first man who had ever asked to see my belly before my breasts.
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