Ten
Hannah studied herself in the cheap full-length mirror, curious why she was reluctant to leave her apartment. On some level, she was aware that she wasn’t immune to the usual body image issues. And she might have her own version of those issues when she factored in her brainy girl thing, in particular the blonde brainy girl thing. It was messed up and only Google knew by how much. Not even a f*******: meme could help her, though she lived in hope.
Periodically she applied science to her feelings. She knew that what she saw when she looked in the mirror was not real. Even the camera added five pounds and how much she added depended on that dreaded “time of the month.” How much she hated that depended on which day it was in the month. Couldn’t say she ever had “thin days,” but there we
