"You’re not 'extra,'" Julian whispered as they looked over the lights. "You’re just... more. More to love, more to hold, more to be proud of."
Julian was a physical therapist—lean, athletic, and exactly the kind of man Maya usually assumed wouldn't look twice at her. But while Maya spent her days on a reinforced scaffold, Julian spent his lunch breaks in the lobby, watching her work.
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"You have a very steady hand," he said one Tuesday, standing at the base of her ladder.
"I have to," Maya joked, patting the metal rail. "Physics is a lot more literal when you're my size." "You’re not 'extra,'" Julian whispered as they looked
Maya lived her life in the "extra" spaces. She was an extra-large woman with an extra-large personality, working as a high-end restoration artist in a city that felt built for mannequins. She was used to being the "before" picture in a world obsessed with "afters," but she was comfortable in her own skin—mostly.
When the mural was finished, Julian didn't take her to a fancy gala. He took her to a hilltop overlooking the city. He didn't care about the hike up or the way she caught her breath; he just wanted to see her silhouetted against the sunset. More to love, more to hold, more to be proud of
Her latest project was restoring a massive, water-damaged mural in the lobby of the Sterling Grand. That’s where she met Julian.