Mariana zoomed in on the photo. Lucía was standing on a beach in Punta del Este, wearing a red bikini, her arms raised like she had just won something. Her skin looked healthy, glowing. There was no shame in her eyes.
At a birthday party in Palermo, her friend Sofía pulled her aside. “You’re not fun anymore,” Sofía said, half-joking, but the hurt was real. “You used to love the choripán at that place in La Boca.” cirugia bariatrica argentina
“But I’m also not going to tell you it’s not worth it. Because it is. I walked up Cerro de la Gloria in Mendoza last month. I fit in an airplane seat without an extender. I danced at my cousin Lucía’s wedding until 3 a.m. And when I look in the mirror now—the mirror I used to hide—I don’t see a thin person. I see a person who fought for herself. And that’s the best thing I’ve ever become.” Mariana zoomed in on the photo