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Through every broken heart and every rejection, my dad was always there with open arms. It didn’t matter if I was 14 or 18 running to him—every time I looked up, he was right there to hold me.
No matter how many calories I burned, no matter how many ab works I did, I was never happy with the way my body looked.
I remember telling myself most nights, “If you can be so happy with the wrong person, imagine how happy you’ll be with the right person.”
I wish I could be there with you, to hold your hand and let you know that I am by your side, and rooting for you.
