A Strange Package
Liz scrolled through her phone for the 50th time that day. Her pinky finger sore from the weight of both her phone and her insecurities, as she compared herself to the other women she knew. Their posts, with images of their smiling children next to fresh baked cookies with captions like, “Nothing like time with my mini. My heart is so full #fromscratch”. She rolled her eyes and a guttural sound emanated from her throat.
