Aria stood in front of the mirror in the living room, holding her new phone at arm's length.
She stared at the digital display, her perfectly shaped eyebrows pulling together into a deep, highly critical frown.
"Why?" Aria whispered to her phone. "Why on earth do I need to see my own pores in ultra-high definition? This isn't innovation. It's a hate crime against women."
The camera quality was absolutely, ruthlessly unforgiving.
Her period was slated to start tomorrow, which meant her hormones were raging and her body was currently holding onto water weight like a sponge. As she twisted her hips to inspect her reflection, her insecurities flared to life with a vengeance.
She pinched the slight, soft curve of her lower stomach.
"I look bloated," she muttered, turning to the side and popping a knee. "And is that... cellulite? I definitely need to go to the gym. Tomorrow. Or next week."
