Clothes

All of her clothes fit today for no reason. She put them on and they slid effortlessly over her body, snugly but comfortably, like a minor miracle. She hadn't gained any weight to be held  tightly by her jeans nor lost any weight to hide nicely underneath her blouse. She weighed herself just in case, something she never did based on principle but she was curious so she allowed it this once.

No different. She shrugged to herself in the mirror. Stepping off the scale, she thought about all the little cliche things that people did that they figured other people didn't really do because they were cliche. Like weighing yourself on your scale and then shrugging. Or like rubbing your belly after a satisfying meal to indicate you are full. She often did that. But only when she was really satisfied.