There ought to have been some sort of sound. Slork. Or plish. Or spluck. Something so momentous shouldn’t be allowed to happen as soundlessly as it did. One morning though, the dreadful, silent truth had to be faced.
My waist was gone.
I had it only seven pounds ago. I swear it was there. I remember looking at it with shy, girlish pleasure. I remember thinking how I felt sort of feminine again. [...]
