Karen sighed as she looked across camp at the other women, how svelte and beautiful they looked as they got on with their chores, how gracefully and gently they moved around and how their dresses and skirts fit them so well.

She looked down at herself, her loose white blouse that housed her deep cleavage, her long purple skirt with the brown belt and silver buckle, it was a look that she made work, but she couldn't help but notice how loose her outfits needed to be to look good on her, she had to avoid tight clothes like the plague, she could never look like Mary-Beth. Though she acted tough and boisterous, inside she was deeply insecure and this sometimes spilled out.

Sighing again to herself, she finished getting dressed, adjusting the brown belt and noticing that, once again, she needed to adjust it to rest on a looser notch, another sign that her drinking and indulgences in sweets and candies weren't without consequence. A hand rested lightly on her stomach as she pouted to herself. She was so lost in her daydream that she didn't even hear your approach.