thighgap || han jisung

upat

I pinched and pulled,

staring into the mirror.

My thighs touched,

my arms were flabby.

My stomach protruded,

and my cheeks were too chubby.

"Jisung! Are you

almost finished?"

I shove the scale into the cabinet,

calming the loud thudding of my heart 

before replying;

"I'll be right out!"