Operation Transfer Girl

This might be controversial, and it will be a messy blob of words but this is what I think, and I am not really sure yet how to explain... I know I wrote about their expectations and ours in part one, where I went on about how I have very specific standards I want to uphold myself to, while my partner loves me the same. You could say, it's never about the looks, he loves what's inside, not what's on the outside. On the other hand, I had boyfriends in the past who would only pay real attention to me if I stayed under a certain weight. When I felt he had been drifting away from me, I just had to make sure my ribs were showing under my top. So I am true advocate of people not telling their partners how they should look in order to love them and stay with them. To an extent. I still think it is important to understand that we all have preferences, because, with all honesty, we do find some people attractive for certain attributes, and looks are included in that. And I don't...

 I met my partner at the highlight of my self-confidence and what I consider to be my best potential. It was the end of lockdown 1, when I had two whole months to work on myself, both mentally and physically with no interruptions, no time limit, no pressure. I was my skinniest, strongest, I had finally made the leap and dyed my hair, which just made me feel like a badass. I was experimenting with more glamorous make-up and outfits. I could live out my creativity on the numerous projects I had going on at once. And let's admit, I was going through a glow-up after a heartbreak. So all in all, when we met on the 1st July, on the day I first returned to work, I was fit. I was already stressed and worked up after less than 8 hours of the job, but I looked amazing in my little denim skirt, pink crop top; making way-too-much glitter work as if I just got off a photoshoot for a fashion designer. That's the me he first ever got to see in person, took on one, two, three dates. Six months...