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It’s another perk of working in the fashion industry. You learn how to fool people. You should have seen me this morning. I scared Leonardo DiCaprio,” I laugh.
    “Your cat gets scared by his own shadow.”
    “Good point. I must admit I do spoil him rotten.”
    “I love the dress on you. Is it another one of your sample sale finds?”
    “Yup,” I say, sitting a little straighter in my chair and lifting my breasts higher. “I hesitated to buy a dress with a print, but all the plus-size designers are creating bolder collections so I jumped on the bandwagon.”
    As a plus-size editor at Sassy magazine, I not only have the privilege of scooping the latest and trendiest fashion accessories for big girls, but I also am able to hit sample sales before the general public. Sassy magazine is a publication for skinny girls, but a few years ago the management made a bold move by deciding to tap into a growing market. Since the average American is not a size two, Sassy saw the writing on the wall and stepped forward to capitalize on the needs of curvy women. At the time, I had just lost my grandmother and I had started on my weight loss journey, which I documented on my personal blog. My former boss discovered my blog by chance and when the time came to appoint a new editor to the job, she picked me. I was thrilled and terrified to become so public about my weight issues, but the last eighteen months have been the most satisfying of my life. One of the biggest perks of this job is having my ear to the ground when it comes to better options for plus-size women.
    “It’s fun and the little pinkish-red lips printed all over are so flirty. Not to mention this dress accentuates your massive boobs so well. I wish I had your features,” she says, tracing a circle in the air around her breasts. “I’m only a B cup, but then again it could have been worse, since Lexi is even smaller than I am.”
    “Leave Alexis alone. She’s the same size as you and you know it,” I gently scold her with a smile on my face. “Lia, you have so much going for you. You’re smart, stunning and you have the best hair—ever. I only have big eyes and big boobs.”
    “You’re crazy, Candy. I don’t know why you refuse to see your beauty. How can you be so supportive of all of your readers and put yourself down at the same time?”
    Lia is right. I love being the advocate for plus-size women at Sassy magazine and I’m the first to uplift my blog readers when they send me emails about their own weight loss journey or when they’ve dealt with bullying like I have so many times in my life, but I fail when it comes to being kind to myself.
    “In any case, you look beautiful and I love the fuchsia bolero sweater on you. The color brings out the pink lips on the dress.”
    “Thanks. I do feel somewhat pretty in this dress.” I first saw this round-scooped dress on Facebook. I belong to a Curvy Girl group to take the pulse of my clientele and a few months ago one of the members shared this flirty black dress with a round skirt like they used to wear in the fifties. What I loved the most about the design was the cute flirty print. When I saw it hanging on a rack at a sample sale at a designer’s showroom, I couldn’t resist. Although the gorgeous ebony plus-size goddess who modeled the dress dared to show off her arms, I prefer to hide mine with this bolero.
    “I feel like I made no effort in my understated outfit compared to yours.” Lia looks down at her head-to-toe black outfit. “I was going to select a colorful dress and shimmy my ass into some shapewear, but then I remembered it was Sunday and I thought fuck the girdle.”
    We both laugh.
    “I don’t think anyone calls it a girdle anymore, Lia.”
    “Well, my mom and grandmother say the name might have changed to something sexier, but it’s still not the most comfortable thing to wear and it itches like crazy—especially in the winter when my skin is so dry.”
    “I won’t argue with