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    â€œWhat is bothering you?” he asked me one night.
    I dreaded this conversation, and I was perfectly aware that it fit nicely in the “What Not to Talk About on a Date” category. But if I was going to possibly spend the rest of my life with this man, he would find out this information sooner or later. So, even though I was ashamed and felt like I wanted to throw up, I decided to show Bill the most vulnerable part of me. I had no idea what he would do with it.
    â€œYou have a beautiful, fit body, Bill, and you've waited all these years for God's best for you. How can I possibly be that?” I had to turn my eyes away for the next part. “I'm fat and scarred from having Carli, and I don't want you to see me.”
    When I looked back for his response, Bill s eyes were welling up with tears. He reached out and pulled me as close as he could—so close that I could feel his heart beating against my cheek. Gently pushing my hair away so that I would be sure to hear, he whispered into my ear. He told me that I was beautiful to him—more beautiful than he could put into words—that I was his precious gift from God. Nothing I had to say about it could change that.
    To Bill the issue was settled. But Trainer…she was absolutely beside herself with anxiety, and she couldn't keep her mouth shut.
OPERATION WEDDING DRESS
    TRAINER : You are getting married in three months! You don't have any time to lose.
    YOUNG FAT ENGAGED-TO-BE-MARRIED SINGLE MOM : I know that! Calm down!
    TRAINER : I will not calm down until you get at least thirty pounds off of that big, fat body of yours. Can you imagine what you will look like in a wedding dress at your size? Do they even sell them that big?
    YOUNG FAT ENGAGED-TO-BE-MARRIED SINGLE MOM : I know. I'm going to start running tomorrow.
    TRAINER : You better. Make sure you run for at least thirty minutes to get into fat-burning mode. And stop eating carbs. No bread. No sugar. Do you understand me?
    I understood, and I obeyed. For the next several months I worked my hardest to get weight off my body. And I actually succeeded!
    When I finally went dress shopping, I was able to find a very pretty dress in what I considered a normal size, and after a near-death experience with maximum-restriction undergarments (I finally figured out how to get some oxygen to my lungs), I thought I looked like a decent bride. On the surface, that is. Under those layers, my stomach was waiting (and sagging) in the wings to make its debut. No amount of running around the track and away from Oreos had erased the evidence of pregnancy. And with the wedding right around the corner, there was nothing I could do about it.
THE BIG DAY
    The wedding day finally arrived. I was so excited to become Bill's wife—so utterly amazed that God had blessed me with a second chance at love. And not only was it a second chance, it was completely different from my past. A fairy tale, really.
    The ceremony was perfect. Both my dad and Bill sang to me—songs they had written. My sweet Carli was the flower girl—dressed almost exactly like me. We took lots of pictures. We gave lots of hugs. We ate cake. And Bill and I waited for the moment we knew was soon to come.
    Even though my body was ever so ready to become one with Bill, it didn't want to be seen. Up until that very day I had been able to stay hidden, for we had done it right. We waited (much easier said than done). But that day I would have to reveal it all, and nervous doesn't even begin to describe the way I felt.
    Being the perfectly sweet man that he is, Bill insisted on carrying me into the hotel room. As he bent over to scoop me into his arms, I said a quick prayer that he wouldn't break his back, and then I sucked in my stomach (as if that would make me lighter) and hoped for the best. He actually got me over the threshold. The prayer worked.
    Waiting for us ever so invitingly on a small entry table was the “honeymooner's