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for me and every plump bridesmaid that ever felt inferior to the chicks who can slide right into a Size 2, off-the-rack sample.
    I steal my attention from the group of girls happily sifting through gowns and turn back to Ashley. My decision is easy. It’s everything else I’m afraid of. “I’ll do it,” I say, and feel as if a heavy weight—pun totally intended—has been lifted off my shoulders.
    Ashley jumps up and down and claps her hands together. “Yay! Thank you! I promise I won’t let you down and you’ll love the dress I choose. You won’t be sorry, Leni!”
    I shake my head, shooing away all the negative thoughts. Deep down, underneath all the blubber, the cellulite, and the extra baggage, I know this is the right thing to do and surprisingly enough, I’m up for the challenge. I think.

ASHLEY NEVER MENTIONED THAT JANE was the G.I. Jane. Holy Mother of God, I’ve never seen a woman with so many muscles. It’s scary, and crazy, and kind of freaking hot. “Ash, I want to look like her when this is all over.”
    Ashley giggles, no words necessary. Her thoughts mirror mine— fat chance in hell. “You never know, babe. Crazier things have happened.”
    “Yeah, like me being carried out on a stretcher after three minutes with this chick. You do know I won’t last a whole hour with her, right?”
    “Leave your negativity at the door,” she smarts and points at the plaque right beside the entrance to the gym. Sure enough, it says the exact same thing. Clever. However, if I had a choice it would say something like welcome to hell. But that’s considered negative so I’m already losing this battle.
    “Hey, girls!” Mandy bypasses Jane who’s been on a call at the front desk for the last few minutes. If I thought Jane’s physique was flawless then this woman’s body was carved out of stone. It can’t be natural. She’s got to be an alien, or a robot. No human I know is this naturally proportioned and athletically enhanced.
    Ashley is first to greet the Gym Goddess with a warm smile and a hug. “So nice to finally meet you! Jane can’t stop talking about you. She’s head over heels for you, girl.”
    “She better be,” Mandy quips, winking my way. The whole interaction totally intimidates me. I am by no means uncomfortable with same sex marriage, dating, you name it, but the “she better be” throws me off. Is she implying that she’ll nunchuck her chick into submission? Who am I kidding? She’ll use her bare hands.
    “You must be Madeline,” Mandy extends a strong hand to me and I shyly reciprocate.
    “Leni, please. And it’s nice to meet you, too.”
    “Then why do you look like you just crapped yourself? I won’t bite, Leni, I promise.”
    Ashley and Mandy share a laugh as my stomach inverts into my abdomen and nearly falls out my rectum. Am I that transparent? The mixture of embarrassment and fear must be written all over my face.
    “Leni here is a gym hater.”
    Mandy gasps and every occupant of the gym turns their head to see what’s going on. Way to ease away the discomfort, girls. Real good.
    “There’ll be none of that. By the time you’re done with us you’ll hate the gym so much you’ll fucking love it.” Mandy’s face is painted with pleasure as she says the meaningful phrase. I get it. I’ve heard this before—people learn to crave the pain, love the burn, and embrace the after-workout-soreness. I want more than anything to be that type of person, but I’ve been here before and I just can’t get comfortable with having to ask for help to sit on the toilet after leg day. That ain’t cool, no matter how much my rocking ass with thank me for it later.
    I take a deep breath and decide to go with it. If you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, and I am obviously ill equipped to give these two any kind of beating. “I’m ready. You’ve got my word. I might whine and bitch, but it’ll all be worth it in the end, right?”
    “Exactly!” Mandy shouts.
    “Yay, Leni!