Time passes, and our sessions with Dr. Schültz continue, but now they feel different somehow; more like a celebration of who we are rather than a desperate attempt to change ourselves to fit someone else's idea of perfection. We still talk about my flat chest and how it relates to my self-esteem, but there's less focus on trying to fix it and more on learning to accept and embrace it.

Outside of our therapy sessions, Alex and I continue to grow closer. He invites me to hang out with him and his friends; a group of people who seem genuinely happy with their lives and who don't care about superficial things like having big boobs or conforming to society's expectations.

As I spend more time with them, I realize that maybe they're right; maybe there is beauty in being different, in being true to yourself. And as I start to believe it myself, my confidence continues to grow stronger each day.

My senior year passes by in a blur of homecoming dances, football games, and late-night study sessions with Alex. We're inseparable now; best friends who share everything and anything. People sometimes give us weird looks when they see us together, but I don't care anymore. I know that what we have is special, and nothing anyone says or thinks can change that.

Graduation day arrives, and as I stand up on stage to receive my diploma, I feel a sense of accomplishment wash over me like a wave. Not only have I survived high school, but I've also come out the other side a stronger, more confident person. As I look out at the crowd, I see Alex beaming with pride beside my parents, and for the first time in my life, I feel truly beautiful.

After graduation, we all go out to celebrate at a nearby bar. The atmosphere is electric; everyone is laughing and dancing and having the time of their lives. As the night goes on, Alex pulls me aside and whispers something into my ear that takes my breath away: "I love you."