It was as she lay back in her chair, out of breath with her hands resting on her protruding gut that Amy realized that stuffing her face until she couldn't anymore was her new favourite thing. The pandemic had allowed Amy to do something that she had never considered to be a luxury: eat without judgement. At home with her parents, or at school with her peers, Amy had always been careful about her eating habits. Not too much, not too little, but just enough to be considered "normal." Plus, as a Varsity gymnast, she had always had reasonable standards to meet anyways. How else could she maintain her athletic figure, which loved to pack poundage into all of the wrong places if given the chance? But then she got injured. And then she moved out. And then the world shut down. And Amy just kept getting hungrier, and hungrier, and hungrier. Amy was only 5'5. She had black, straight hair that spilled over her fair shoulders which, like her nose, came with a cute splash of freckles.
"You don't have classes tomorrow, right?" Grace asked as she got out of her car.
"Of course not. I'm not signing up for any Monday classes," Sarah said as she slammed the door shut.
Ahead of the two friends was a row of shops and boutiques they expected to spend half the day perusing. Grace looped around to the other side of her car and gently grabbed Sarah's hand to lead them forward.
Sarah let go and shyly looked away. "So, where did you want to start?"
"Whichever store looks the best, I guess," Grace replied, turning to gently smile at her friend as they started walking. "You know, it's awfully lonely at night back at my house. All quiet w