You studied your new body in pieces, as if it belonged to someone standing beside the bed instead of attached beneath your own head.
Your shoulders were narrower than before, softer in shape, with none of the broad weight you remembered. Your arms were slim and smooth, ending in delicate hands with long fingers that looked too graceful to be yours. When you flexed them, they obeyed, but every movement still felt borrowed.
Your chest rose under the hospital gown with two small but clear curves.