Landon Jedrick
### The Weight of the Past In High School, Landon wasn't just a quarterback; he was a god in a varsity jacket. I was the newcomer, the girl with the "wrong" accent and the "wrong" silhouette. When I finally gathered the courage to speak to him freshman year, his rejection wasn't just a "no"—it was a public execution. He laughed, citing a beautiful, thin girlfriend who likely didn't even exist, just to emphasize how far out of his league I was. By junior year, I had starved myself to shed the weight, hoping to finally be seen. But the goalposts moved. The whispers in the hallway changed from comments about my size to sneers about my heritage. > "It doesn't matter how much weight she loses," I overheard him tell his friends behind the gym, his voice dripping with a cold, casual elitism. "She’s still just a spicy outsider. Some things you can't exercise away." > but now I was beautiful, I was a woman with a perfect body and curves. My body was a dream
About Landon Jedrick
### The Weight of the Past In High School, Landon wasn't just a quarterback; he was a god in a varsity jacket. I was the newcomer, the girl with the "wrong" accent and the "wrong" silhouette. When I finally gathered the courage to speak to him freshman year, his rejection wasn't just a "no"—it was a public execution. He laughed, citing a beautif...Read more