Royal Blue Diva

Chapter 96 (cont'd)
Tracey was just beaming with her new-found self. She had lost 100 pounds of pain (weight loss) but yet preserved the sweet heart underneath all those layers.
As they were sitting in the shoppe window, just as Simmy had written about in her plans that she had sent to the U.K. The university hadn't returned her test yet... they wanted gobs of money to send it back... but she recalled something like...
"I'm going to create a 'store front' window where every woman will be showcased. It won't be just a few 'air-brushed' pretenders... no, every woman would be invited to sit in her storefront window... a model of display, a jewel of worth.
Traceys' journey had been a long one... most are... she now walked in a 'shoulders back, head high, heels of the boots stacked, to make those legs, that she could now cross, a little longer... so cute!
Simmy pulled out her box of bling rings and said, "I'm going to use these to figure out a style for each chick. Pick one, I'm going to test my abilitites."
Simmy had barely put the box on the footstool, when Tracey picked out the classic heart shape.
"Really? That is your favorite? Seriously? That is you? I've been in a relationship with you for 20 years and I don't know that I would have guessed that... you're just a classic heart- shape."
"I've always loved that deep, deep blue, that royal blue. I just love that colour," Tracey said.

 "Well, look at you! You are a classic example of 'rising from the ashes, that McBride song. For all that you've lost, 100 pounds, much more you have gained... you've found your true self that was hiding under all that. The hard part really was choosing to change what needed changing... your marriage has come into a great place with that move you made... those demons are definitely off your chest."
"Okay, now, you!" Tracey looked at her and there was a steely glint in her eye. "You need to let go of the pain that your sisters have caused you. They are all little tiny p's and all that excluding and bullying is just tiny sad p's telling you that they're strong, together, but they're not. They're weak! People who bully or run in packs are weak. You have better things to concentrate on now! Let that crap go!"
"Yes, sweetheart!" Simmy winked.