By Kelcie McKenney
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.Continue reading