Toes to curl in dewy grass. Legs to run and leap, knees scraped from landings. A chest for excited yells and ribs to keep her safe. A dewy face to show her dissatisfaction. Lips to say, “I’m too skinny.” A mother to say, “At least you’re not fat like me.”

Cecilia Marchinski is a fiction writer. Born and raised in Austin, Texas, she now resides in Scotland.