Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the Pinterest boards, usually a source of inspiration for Carol, now felt like a taunt. Her daughter, Jessica, had a secret account filled with idealized images of flawless skin, perfect bodies, and lavish lifestyles. Carol’s jaw clenched.

She’d spent her life trying to instill values of kindness and self-acceptance in Jessica. She felt a familiar burn of anger rising in her chest. A creeping sense of failure. She wasn't getting through.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing pulse. She walked over to the window, the world outside a dull gray. The wind whistled and a shiver ran down her spine.