She looked at the clock. 11:37pm. She flopped down on the bed and rolled down her pantyhose. There was a red mark on her stomach where the waistband had bit into her flab. The wedding had been a delight but she was glad to be able to breathe again.
She sighed. One of these days, I need to start working out again. Someday, when I have time.
Then she smiled. Because she remembered what he had said when they were dancing cheek to cheek during the reception. He called her beautiful and meant it.
In that moment, she truly was.