When Veronica Died, I Finally Came to Life
<p>Veronica and I met when I was about 16 years old. She was beautiful, sassy, funny, loud, and the life of the party.</p>
<p><em>She was everything I was not.</em></p>
<p>I was chubby, struggled with body image issues, and had bigger boobs than all my friends. Naturally, that’s the first thing teenage boys saw in me. Never my brains, never my sense of humor. I was just a walking, talking boob to most of the farm-boy teenagers in my small high school.</p>
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