A Pinch

By Kelcie McKenney

A pinch.

Her thumb and forefinger held fast the softness at her middle. She stood—knobby kneed in her stretched out underwear, the fabric thin from nights of tossing and turning, her t-shirt pulled up just under her breast.

A pinch, creating a spread of warmth and reddness, seeping through the skin of her belly.

And she sighed—longingly looking into the mirror at a body that didn’t feel like her own.

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