Elara stood before the full-length mirror in her bedroom, the morning light filtering harshly through the blinds. She performed her daily ritual: the inventory of flaws. Her hands traced the faint, silver stretch marks mapping her hips—souvenirs from a puberty growth spurt. She pinched the soft flesh of her stomach, frowning at the way it folded when she sat, forgetting that it was meant to cushion and protect. Her thighs touched, a source of teenage embarrassment that had lingered into her thirties.
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"You look exhausted," Julian said, blowing on his espresso. He was an artist, a man who saw the world in textures and shapes rather than social constructs. Elara stood before the full-length mirror in her