Clara Windly had never really known what it felt like to be free. People talked about freedom like it was something that could be seized—freedom to be yourself, to walk into a room without fear, to love without judgment. For Clara, freedom had always been something far beyond her reach. It was a word she had heard a thousand times in therapy, but it never seemed real. Not with the life she had known.
The life with a mother who made her feel like nothing she did was ever good enough. A mother who'd whispered cruel words in her ear since she could remember—words that stuck like nails in her chest. "You're too fat. Too lazy. No one will ever love you."
But it wasn't just the words. It was the looks. The silent treatment. The daily undermining of her confidence, her self-worth, her very sense of being.
The last time Clara saw her mother, she had been driven to the edge. The memory still haunted her—the way her mother's eyes had turned cold and calculating, the rage bubbling under her breath as she threw a glass at Clara's head. That night had been the breaking point. For the first time in years, Clara had seen her own reflection not as a weak, insecure girl, but as someone who was surviving, someone who could fight back. She knew it was time to leave, before something worse happened.
So, at 19, she packed up what little she could fit in a bag and left. She fled the chaos of her past and moved halfway across the country, to a small town called Bridge Town. It was quiet here—small enough to feel safe, but big enough that she wouldn't have to worry about being recognized. Her mother wouldn't follow her here. She couldn't.
The bus ride to Bridge Town had been long and uncomfortable, her nerves twisting with the uncertainty of starting over. Clara had always been the girl who blended into the background—always sitting on the edges of things, always out of the spotlight. She'd spent years under her mother's thumb, letting the world tell her she was too much, too loud, too big. It wasn't just the abuse—her body had always been a source of shame. Clara was a plus-sized girl in a world that seemed to value only thinness, and she had learned early on that her body was a problem. But leaving her mother had been the first step in reclaiming some sense of herself. She wasn't running away just from her mother, she was running toward something—toward the possibility that she might be able to live a life without fear.
The thought of her mother's voice—sharp, judgmental, always demanding—still echoed in her head. But it was distant now. Clara had to believe it was over. For once, she had made a choice. And that choice had brought her here.
The morning after arriving in Bridge Town, Clara woke up in her dingy apartment, the sound of an old air conditioner rattling in the window. It was far from luxurious—just a small one-bedroom on the third floor of a crumbling building, its faded yellow paint peeling off in flakes like forgotten memories. The kitchen was barely functional, the fridge old and humming constantly, and the bathroom smelled faintly of mildew, but it was hers. She had saved every penny for months to afford this place—her only option after leaving behind her mother's oppressive grip.
Clara sat up in bed slowly, stretching her arms, feeling the ache in her bones as the sun crept in through the dust-covered window. Her hair was a mess, tangled in a wild knot from a restless sleep. She ran her fingers through the frizzy curls, grimacing slightly as she worked the tangles loose. There was something comforting about the disarray of it all—she had never been one to fuss over her appearance, not when there were bigger battles to fight.
Her reflection in the cracked mirror above the dresser made her sigh. She was tired, always tired, and no matter how much she wanted to escape it, she still saw the same girl staring back at her—the plus-sized girl with thick thighs, soft arms, and a stomach that never quite flattened no matter how many times she tried. But today... today she wasn't going to hide from it. She was free, finally free. And if she wasn't going to show the world who she really was, who would?

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A Size Too Big For Him
RomanceClara Windly has spent her entire life in the shadows, hiding from her mother's cruel words and the unbearable weight of self-doubt. At 19, she's finally free-moving halfway across the country to attend Riverstone University, leaving behind everythi...