Olivia took a deep breath and walked into the closet.She pulled out a pink set—sports bra, leggings, and white sneakers—and changed slowly. She gathered her hair into a high ponytail, slipped on a baseball cap, and stopped in front of the full-length mirror. The curvy reflection staring back looked different—not in the body itself, but in the way she held herself.She grabbed her phone, snapped a mirror selfie, and opened her social media stories. She typed a caption inspired by a song.“Because God made me this way. Owner of myself.”She posted it. Then she slung her gym bag over her shoulder and left the bedroom, heading toward the kitchen.In the kitchen, Vânia was finishing a generous sandwich, and a large bowl of fruit salad topped with yogurt and granola already sat on the island. She looked up as Olivia walked in and smiled.“The talk worked, huh?” she said, sliding the plate across the counter. “Your snack’s all ready, sweetheart.”“Vânia, that soup was delicious,” Olivia sai
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