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“Hi,” he said, rain dripping off his chin. “I know this is weird. But I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Will you let me take your picture?”

Leo blinked. “No. I want you in that green apron, holding a watering can, laughing. I want the you that makes the whole block smell like spring.” bbw roxyclover

Leo lowered the camera. “Roxy, you’re not a crack. You’re the whole garden.” “Hi,” he said, rain dripping off his chin

That photo—Roxy mid-laugh, a smudge of dirt on her cheek, clover blossoms tucked behind her ear—became the magazine’s most-requested cover. Letters poured in. “I saw her and stopped hating my own belly.” “She looks like my mom, my sister, me.” Will you let me take your picture

She laughed, that big, booming laugh that shook the fire escape. “Leo, I take up space in all the ways.”

Roxy crossed her arms. “Let me guess. A ‘body positivity’ shoot? You want me in my underwear, looking sad into a mirror?”

“Finding someone who takes up space in all the right ways.”