Naked? Naked! Sadie could not believe that her best friend's boyfriend had just walked right in on her in the shower. Naked! Surely the asshole must have heard the water running in the shower? And without even the shower curtain to shield her modesty. She had been caught in mid-stride: the shower curtain flung back fully, her hand reaching for the towel, but not quite there yet. To make it all worse, she had frozen. Just frozen. Unable to move. Unable to quickly jerk the towel from the rack and cover herself. Oh, no, he had gotten a full show. The fully Monty as the saying went.
She supposed she should be thankful. At least it had not happened a few months ago. Before her diet. Before the gym and her personal trainer. She blushed at the thought of her much larger form being seen by him. By anyone. Her size had been the cross that Sadie had borne all her life. Until five months ago, when her grandmother had died and left her a small inheritance. It was not much really just a few thousand dollars. Not enough to pay for college or buy a house. Not even enough to replace her old car. Not unless she wanted to replace one clunker with another one. Instead Sadie had made a list of things she could do: buy a new laptop, go on a big drunk Spring break or just save it for a rainy day.
Then it had dawned on her. She and her grandmother had never been close. The old bat was always harping n her about her weight. Not even her father's explanation about how her anorexic relative had once been a porker herself could explain the woman's obsession with her size. No, to her, this money was tainted. Blood money. A reminder of every family dinner. "Don't you think that is enough, dear? Perhaps more vegetables rather than a dessert? Have you gained a bit more since I last saw you? Have you tried this diet? That diet." Her grandmother never stopped. Until Sadie started to make excuses, find some way of avoiding her when she came to visit. She had not even managed to shed a single tear when the woman finally succumbed to cancer.
No, Sadie knew exactly what to do with the old bat's money. So she had joined a diet club, the gym and hired a personal trainer. She had lost forty-five pounds and gone from an average size sixteen down to thinnish size ten. She begrudgingly had to admit that she had never felt better. She could carry her heavy back pack across campus more easily. She could walk up steep hills without huffing and puffing. She could even run...if she had to.
And that did not even begin to account for the best benefit of all: the looks that she was beginning to get from guys. Guys that would have never given her the time of day before were now turning their heads to get second looks. That had given her new self-confidence, boasted her self-esteem and just plain old made her happy. Still she had not gotten up the nerve to have sex with anyone. The idea of revealing her body, even the newer, thinner version, was more than Sadie was ready for just yet.
But now it had happened. A guy had seen her. Naked! Sadie was curious. Wanted to know what he thought. She still had curves; her hips were too wide to be truly fashionable. Her thighs still kissed just a bit. And her boobs were most definitely too big for many of the current styles. But she did have a thinner waistline and even her round bottom and legs were now firmer, less pitted with cellulite. Overall she was damned proud of the progress. But was it enough? To appeal to guys?
Sadie wanted to ask, wanted to march right downstairs where she was sure that the jerk was making breakfast in the kitchen with her friend. Bacon, eggs, maybe even sausages. All the things that she had forsaken in favor of low fat yogurt and granola. Was it worth it? Maybe she did not have the nerve to come right out and ask but there was another way to find out.
