If you decide you don’t want to come out, I won’t force you.”
I grabbed my bag and went into the bathroom.
My swimsuit was black and fairly modest. I’d bought it three years earlier but had never dared to wear it in front of anyone.
When I put it on and looked in the mirror, tears filled my eyes.
Everything seemed far too visible. My stomach. My thighs. My arms. I immediately wrapped myself in a towel.
When I came outside, Grandpa was still standing in the same place.
“Take off the towel, sweetheart.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
That question finally broke me.
“Because I’m fat, Grandpa! Because I hate my body! Because people laugh when they look at me!”
Tears streamed down my face.
“Do you know how many times I’ve refused to go swimming? How many nights I’ve cried in front of the mirror? And now you’re
