Chapter 6
Chapter Six — Echoes of Acceptance, Part One
For a long, tender moment, all that existed was the warmth of Robin’s arms and Rachel’s steady presence beside her. Jenny let out the faintest sigh. The fear was still there—quiet and deep—but for the first time that morning, it felt held. Contained. She felt held, too. “…and now I hardly even think about it anymore,” Rachel said, smiling warmly. “It’s just me. And you’re going to get there too. I promise.”
Jenny took in her sister’s easy confidence—the way she carried herself as though her bare midriff were completely natural, not something to be ashamed of. Two years ago, she had watched Rachel fall apart in this very room: the tears, the panic, the desperate tugging at a shirt that wouldn’t stay down. She had held her then, whispering that she would get through it. Now here Rachel sat—steady, grounded, even laughing—living proof that the world didn’t end. “Rachel…” Jenny whispered, her voice fragile. “How did you do it? How did you stop hating it?”
Rachel’s expression softened into something honest. “I didn’t at first. I cried for days. I felt exposed, childish, embarrassed—all of it. But then… I stopped fighting it. Once I let myself feel safe instead of ashamed, everything started to shift.”
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