Chapter 34

“I guess so,” he continued. “Sometimes. But I’m not gonna sit around hating my body—hating myself—until I reach some kind of arbitrary ‘ideal.’ I feel great in my body.”

“Yeah?”

He smiled. “Yeah. Trust me, Fox, I know what it feels like to feel like shit about myself; to hate my body, to be ashamed. Believe it or not, for me, I am fit. Maybe not fit like you, okay, or Jeremy, or even Ryan, but certainly the fittest I’ve ever been.”

“Really?” I hadn’t meant to sound quite so incredulous, but he laughed again.