The Wedding Dress for a Cripple

Summary

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."