Am I Pretty Yet?

She took a deep breath in, preparing herself.

Every girl goes through this at least once, she reassured.

She slipped one in, easily at first, but the deeper she went in, the harder it was. She pushed and pushed, her breathing became slow and a little choppy. She held her breath in. A small pattern of sweat formed on her temple as she tried to glide herself in. Her hips buckled, trying to make the fit easier.

She smiled to herself as she finally got in, and a sigh of relief escaped her plump lips. She was ready to slide in the other. She had to take a large breath first, holding the oxygen in her cheeks, sucking in her stomach, she slid in the other.

She wriggled it in deeper, trying to feel comfortable. Her cheeks turned red, and the room began to feel warm. She jumped up and down in hopes of making it go in easily. She laid back in her bed, back arched. The soft walls tightened around her own skin making her grunt in frustration. She couldn't get it in.

She slid the denim fabric down to her ankles and frowned.

This is the story of an overweight teenager.