Chapter 1: A Hot Soak
Sasha let out an exhausted "Oof!" as she plopped herself down on her bed. Ignoring the tiny voices that told her it was a terrible idea, she dared to gaze into the full length mirror that leaned against the far wall. The picture was about what she expected: A tired girl with long, chestnut hair, dark circles under her eyes, and hips that were never going to fit into that size 0 cocktail dress she spent her lunch break staring at. But her skin was smooth and tan, her ears were small and delicate, and her lips would be so pretty if she "just smiled" like that i***t on the sidewalk told her to.
With a sigh, she popped off her Anne Kleins and gingerly rubbed her feet. The girl in the mirror might have been 27, but she felt like a little old lady. Her neck, her back, and
