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Elara looked at Priya’s rigid shoulders, her darting eyes, the way she held her breath as if trying to take up less space. Elara recognized her. She was her, three years ago.

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The other day, a new colleague named Priya approached her at work. Priya was young, with anxious eyes and a fitness tracker strapped so tightly to her wrist it left a mark. Elara looked at Priya’s rigid shoulders, her darting

That night, Elara came home, changed into her softest pajamas, and made a giant bowl of buttered noodles. She ate them on the couch, her cat purring on her lap, her belly a warm, round pillow. Elara looked at Priya’s rigid shoulders