Sarah stared at her body in the mirror, her critical eyes moving past the generous swell of her breasts rising and falling beneath the white cotton bra that she had thrown on before her early morning class. Her warm brown eyes landed on her soft stomach and the dimples and dips that the extra weight added to her body. She sighed softly to herself and covered her belly with her arms as her eyes tracked down her wide hips to the short length of her legs. The pear-shape of her body, which her grandmother had passed down to her, was the bane of her existence. She turned to the side to look at the back of her thighs which were spattered with dimples. No amount of exercise or salad could seem to make those dimples disappear; she had tried and failed too many times to count. Her eyes shifted to the picture of her roommate that had been haphazardly stuck under the frame of the mirror. Chrissy never had to worry about things like this; she had been born with the body of an athlete.