8 Quotes by Kelsie Stelting

Now on the screen, Carson shook his head. “What’s with you girls and feeling like you have to be perfect to go out in public?” he asked. “It’s not like it’s a sale barn and they weigh you before you can go in! Just because the rest of the school acts like there’s a weight limit on hotness doesn’t mean they’re right. Or that you need to buy into it.

That was what you were trained to do as a plus-size girl—cover up. Turn around. Hide. Don’t expose anyone to your body in case it made them uncomfortable. Never mind how that secrecy made you feel like your body was something to be ashamed of. According to our society, your body wasn’t for you. It was for you to show everyone else.

The numbers that come up when they step on a scale have nothing to do with that. And if that’s true, then it means my weight or the size of clothes I wear have no say in how worthy I am of love.

I wanted to go out in public and not feel like people were judging me for my size, but seeing me as a whole person.

They know.” He shrugged, stepping closer again. This time, I didn’t back away. His right hand wound around my waist, pulling me ever so gently toward him. “Everyone knows, and I’m not wasting another second pretending to be the guy I was. I’m yours, Cori. Only yours.

You’re beautiful,” he breathed, his voice husky. “And when a guy has something beautiful, he doesn’t let it go. Not when it’s easy, and definitely not when things get hard.

What if you only had today what you thanked God for yesterday?

Let’s be real,” he said with a smirk. “You’ve never been the good girl.” I tried to hold back a smile and said, “Really, what kind of girl am I?” “Right now?” he asked. “Mine.