The first person I came out to was my gynecologist. It happened in a moment of both weakness and slight panic.
“Beautiful” tells her she’s more than the cover girl of a magazine, cut, copied and pasted until unrecognizable.
I was losing myself as I was losing weight. Granted, I was starting to look good for the first time in my life and could crush almost anyone in arm wrestling, but I realized that bits of my personality were eroding.