After Losing 150 Pounds, I Returned to My 10-Year High School Reunion—The Prom Queen Took One Look at Me and Instantly Regretted Everything

sat unopened on my kitchen counter.

On the fourth morning, my boyfriend, Andrew, picked it up.

“You don’t have to go.”

“I know.”

“But you haven’t thrown it out.”

Then the reunion invitation showed up.

“I don’t want to become a before and after picture.”

Andrew set the invitation down. “Then don’t go for them.”

“Who would I go for?”

“You.”

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