"Look how fat I have become", cribbed a mother, pinching a love handle only she could see.
"Take it away from me", squealed another, when I offered her a piece of fudge. "If I have that, I will have to starve myself for the rest of the week to make up."
Both are mothers approaching middle age. Both look gorgeous, and not just for their age. But both are unhappy with their bodies. Which is such a pity.
After all, body perfection is not an absolute. And even if it is, is it worth the price it demands of you?
A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.