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spent together were a real boost to my ego. He praised me constantly on my round thighs, my big breasts, my soft stomach and even the cellulite on my behind. It might all have been a lie, but for a short moment in time, I allowed myself to believe him and I was willing to feel good about myself.
    “Leo, let’s go find a cure for this hangover and I’ll feed you,” I say to my cat as I squat to cuddle him in my arms.
    I barely have time to reach my kitchen before my phone rings.
    Shit, where’s my handbag? I look frantically around my apartment in search of my hidden phone. I wobbled back to my place at four-thirty in the morning too tipsy and too tired to bother putting anything away. As a result, my place is a mess from my intervention with my friends and from leaving all my stuff all over. My handbag is plunked on top of my stove like a teakettle and I run to it to find out who’s calling. It’s Amelia. “Hey, Lia.”
    “Are you still alive?”
    “Barely. I have a ridiculous headache,” I say, opening a cabinet in search of painkillers. “What about you?”
    “I’ve been up for a few hours and I’ve already swallowed two extra-strength Advils and a gallon of water. We partied too hard last night.”
    “Last night? Are you kidding me? You’re the one who came to the intervention with booze super early in the afternoon,” I laugh.
    “Yeah, but I believe it’s my duty as a supportive friend to bring the alcohol. Anyways, I wanted to call to make sure you were okay after Vince. I know we talked it out yesterday and God knows you had enough alcohol to never remember his name again, but I wanted to check up on you. Sometimes the morning after can be brutal once the flood of memories come crashing down like a Malibu wave.”
    Amelia is the best friend any woman can ever hope for. Without her I would never have survived losing my parents at nineteen.
    Amelia was the first friendly face I laid eyes on when I started my first day in a new high school. Although she met me as an average-size teenager, Lia always remained a faithful friend as my weight ballooned while I was desperately trying to cope with my emotions. I was in mourning, I was in pain and I was angry at life. Who wouldn’t be when they lost both parents the same day? I took out all this pent-up energy on myself and turned to food as my solace. As a result, I put on one hundred and fifty pounds in two years. It’s not as if I was ever skinny. I can’t say I ever knew what a thigh gap looked like on me, but the death of my parents sent me into a self-destructive spiral and Lia was there to catch me. She never judged me as I was packing on the pounds.
    “You’re the best for asking. I’m doing better today and it’s not because of the alcohol,” I joke.
    “Thank God you didn’t have time to develop a drinking problem.” I can hear the irony in her voice.
    “I guess I’m lucky. Seriously, I woke this morning grateful for the four weeks with Vince.”
    “How can you find anything positive about the fake pilot other than a few fuck sessions?”
    “He was a caring lover, I’ll give the weasel that much. Vince helped me like my body. It might all have been a lie, but his words were uplifting, Lia.”
    “So you’re okay?”
    “How can I not be? I have you, Devin and Lexi in my life. When the shit hits the fan, my friends come running.”
    “Funny. You’ve come a long way since the death of your grandma.”
    “Yeah. I made a promise to her.”
    Eighteen months ago, my whole world spiraled again when my adoring grandmother passed away. She was only in her early sixties. She was a healthy woman, but she too was mourning. I’m sure she died of a broken heart from losing her only child—my father.
    I would have normally gone on a food binge to deal with my loss like before, but my grandmother made me swear on her deathbed to take better care of myself. She said the battle wasn’t over. She had fought for justice after my parents died, but