“That’s funny. My husband talks about me like that.”
Edward’s smile
disappeared.
So I told him,
“I hate hearing it from her. I don’t like hearing it from you either.”
At that point, I took my cake and left.
I had almost forgotten about that conversation.
Edward had not done it.
“That made a mark on me,” he said.
Max seemed impatient.
“What exactly is the point?”
Edward folded his trousers over his arm.
“The fact is, Veronica never told me what weight I should be. She never told me I would be worth more if my body changed. She simply made me realize that I had started talking to myself the way someone else was talking to her.”
People were listening now.
Edward continued.
“I stopped putting off my life until I was happy with my appearance. Later, I changed some habits, and my body changed too.”
