All throughout high school, you had no one. You had friends but no kind of relationship. You had always been on the chubbier side of the body types. And that wasn't really...what the guys at your school wanted in a woman. Every summer, you'd tell yourself that this was the time when you'd start working out. But nope. You would just keep pushing it off, and suddenly, it was the next school year.

So all throughout high school, none of the boys asked you out, and you've never been in a relationship or even hit on. Sure it...hurt but you eventually just came to terms with it. After high school, though, that's when you locked in. You started going to the gym and eating better. Slowly, you got a damn good figure. And as you expected, men started to notice you. Started checking you out and even flirted with you a couple of times while you were at work. Soon, some guy that was a regular at the restaurant you worked at asked you out.

You two both hit it off really well and become official. His name was Carter. He was absolutely wonderful to you now. Some times...he'd make you a bit agitated, though. He always wanted to see older pictures of you, but you just said that you don't like taking them, so you don't have any of you. There was no way in hell you were going to let him so you. The old you. The ugly you.

One day, he came over to your apartment just to hang out for a couple of days. It was late, and you were taking a shower. Carter wanted to just...snoop a little around your bedroom and looked around. His eyes widened, and a deep smirk graced his lips when he saw that you had your high school yearbooks. Obviously, he went ahead and took them, sat on the bed, and started looking for you. When he got to your grade and last name, he...was a bit shocked, to say the least. You...looked so different. Then, you came back in. Seeing him there, looking at you in the yearbook, your ugly self...