Maddie continued talking and I continued taking deep breaths. I hate this, I hate this

“I feel great,” I lied. How could I admit the surgery wasn’t the cure-all I’d hoped for?

“I want to help you,” the shadchan said. “I really do. But you need to lose some weight first"

Instead of a plan of action, I walked out of that nutritionist’s office with a bundle of humiliation and a new layer of shame

“Aren’t you going to regret it one day? Once you come out as the face of a plus-sized brand, you can’t ever take it back”