My Life Is A Little Different (Gator Girl) (Patreon)

She blamed the sweet potatoes. That's what her mama said anyway, when people started noticing around sophomore year that this girl from Florida was getting bigger and bigger and showing no signs of stopping.

The hardest part isn't the gym. It's the normal stuff. Finding clothes that fit arms like hers. Squeezing into a restaurant booth. She hugged her best friend last week and the girl told her she almost broke a rib. She didn't mean to. She never means to.

Boys in her biology class ask if she can crush a watermelon. Sir, we have a midterm on Thursday. Can we focus? Her little sister brought her to show-and-tell once, introduced her like a science exhibit. She wanted to be embarrassed but the kid was so proud she couldn't say no.

The gym is the one place that makes sense. Nobody looks at her funny there. Well, almost nobody. When she loads up the squat rack with what the biggest guy in the room calls his one-rep max, and then starts doing reps, the whole place gets real quiet.

She carries all the groceries in one trip. Not because she's showing off, but because why would you make two trips when you have the arms for it? The checkout lady knows her by name now. Opens a second lane when she sees the cart coming.

She's broken so many phones just gripping them wrong. Cracked her laptop closing it. Her mama banned her from the good china, and honestly, that's fair.

Sometimes she just wants to buy a cute dress off the rack. Nothing fits her arms. So she wears the same five shirts and she's made peace with it.

Every Thanksgiving her daddy lines up all the uncles for arm wrestling. She beats every single one. They tell the family they let her win. They did not let her win.

But she wouldn't change a thing. This is just who she is. If people want to stare, that's fine. She'd stare at her too.

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