As a teen, Cheryl knew that if she could just lose those last 10 pounds, everything would be better. People would like her more. Men would be more attracted to her. So, she waited to go out. She waited to attend the parties and she waited to socialize.
As a young woman, Cheryl held the precious piece of depression glass in her hands, turning it this way and that way; admiring the beauty of the hand-blown piece. It was a treasure passed down from her grandmother. She wanted to set it in the middle of the table. It would make such a beautiful display! But she decided that she should wait for a special day to display the treasure. She carefully wrapped it up in its tissue paper and placed it back in the box she kept stored in the closet.
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