Her phone buzzed. A message from her best friend, Sam: “How was the ‘wellness’ thing? Did they make you do burpees until you cried?”
Now, back in her apartment, Ella looked at the mirror again. She didn’t suddenly love every roll or dimple. But something had softened. She walked to the kitchen, not to hide food or avoid it, but to make herself breakfast: eggs, toast with butter, a handful of berries. No measurement. No apology. Nudist Junior Miss Pageant 1999 vol3 up by kubeja
Ella’s hand had gone straight to her stomach. Her phone buzzed
You’re allowed to take up space.