Growing up, I had always been a bit self-conscious about my own body. I was a bit on the taller side, with broader shoulders and a more athletic build. But my mother would always reassure me that it was okay, that I would find someone who loved me for who I was.
As I sat in my small apartment, staring at the repackaged goods on my kitchen counter, I couldn't help but think of my mother. She had always been a straightforward woman, never one to mince words or hide her opinions. And one of her most enduring opinions was that I should find a husband with a smaller build.
As we started dating, I realized that my mother had been right all along. Rio wasn't just a great partner - he was also a reminder that physical appearance was just a small part of what made someone special.