I was at a friend's birthday party at a bar when I saw my future boyfriend Brian from across the room, talking to the birthday boy. Brian was the type of guy I spent most of high school and college and my entire adult life pining after and never getting: slim, with dark hair and glasses, his jeans torn in all the best places. He had a beautiful mouth that was excitedly saying things I couldn't hear, but was making everyone around him laugh. If I had still been at my heaviest weight, I never would have approached Brian.
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He was persuasive, his eyes bright and warm as we spoke. I moved as far as I could in search of new people, promising new relationships to develop outside of the heat and pressure of my hometown. I was adrift at sea and desperate to find a harbor. Here, in a college bar in my new city, a lifeline appeared.