The Wedding Dress for a Cripple
Language: en
I was born with naturally wide hips, a peach-shaped bottom, and a curvaceous figure. But my fiancé Pierce insisted I had to squeeze into that heirloom mermaid wedding dress before I could enter his family. For three years, I slept in shapewear every single night. My hip bones were rubbed raw and bloody. Because I couldn't fit into it, I became the laughingstock of the entire city. Pierce would kiss my hip bones and whisper, "Be good, just try a little harder, and then we'll get married." For this day, I secretly scheduled an extremely high-risk hip bone reduction surgery without telling…