Last night I had a dream: an old friend was getting married, and I was there with her and a bunch of strangers at the “bachelorette party”, which was more like a tea party. I didn’t realize, right away, that most of the girls there were perfect (their modesty hid it pretty well), until this one person came out - and I had seen her before. She looked like how I’d been feeling: bloaty, flabby, not like all the tiny perfect skinny girls - and she had taken it upon herself to try to fit in, by wearing a kind of nylon/spanx stocking all over her body to keep her curves from showing. She tied the stocking shut at the top of her head, so you couldn’t see her face, just sort of a beige texture-y thing and a bump where her nose was.
I looked at her and noticed her figure had changed and gone from person to mesh stocking and gasped at her covered face.
I ran over to her, crying (because I understood). I untied the knot on top of her head and helped her out of the wrap, I hugged her waist and cried into her stomach and just told her that she was beautiful, just as she is. That she is utterly and completely perfect, and doesn’t need to hide from anyone.
I looked at her face and her short brown hair and her brown eyes…and later I woke up, and I looked in the mirror, and realized it was me.