Gemotions

The heat of the sun felt oppressive against Clara’s skin. She sat on the park bench, her legs crossed tightly, ignoring the gentle breeze. The online comments about her diary flickered at the edge of her vision. The diary detailed her struggles with her weight, her insecurities, her longing for acceptance. The world seemed to adore it. Even her own mother had been so full of praise for how “brave” she was. Clara, who spent the last few years working on her body, trying to control her diet, her every move, felt a sudden, inexplicable anger. She wanted to scream. She gripped the cold metal of the bench, her knuckles white.