Page 572 of Dark Love

Me: HaHa! Fine, I’ll send you a picture.

Just do it.

Ignore the trembling and fear.

This isn’t the same thing.

You’ve sent Vex dozens of pictures already.

But none of them were flaunting my body. The library dress was floaty and loose. It only showed the barest hint of curves.

It’s not like you’re naked. Bile floods my throat.

Everything is covered. Even according to the most pious of grandmothers, this dress would be considered modest.

Just do it.

Vex: You need help over there?

Maybe. I snap the picture and run to the bathroom to vomit.

The photo stares back at me as I brush my teeth and rinse my mouth.

If I slide the image up, I can almost pretend it isn’t me.

But it is me.

And I’m not a child afraid of her reflection anymore.

Vex will not mock or leer or grab at me.

They don’t matter anymore. You’re a beautiful woman. You should be proud of your body.

How many times has my therapist asked me to say that? Dozens, maybe hundreds of times.

Each time I believe it more.

Believe it now.

Send him the picture.

You are a beautiful woman. You should be proud of your body.

I am beautiful.

I am proud of my body.

My hand doesn’t tremble as I click send.

Vex: Dahl, you look beautiful.

A sigh escapes.

Me: Say it again.

Vex: LOL you’re a nut, but I think that’s one of the reasons I love you so much.

Me: Ilove you too.

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