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

back once, then again.

Before I could say anything more, Betty spun around, hurried into the nearest stall, and locked the door.

Seconds later, I heard her crying.

I stood by the sinks and studied my reflection.

A decade earlier, Betty had been the reason I avoided mirrors altogether.

Now she couldn’t bear to look at me.

I heard her crying.

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