Holly sits upright in her ruby red dress, her pale yellow hair catching the morning light. Excitement flickers in her eyes as she reads the invitation, imagining herself modeling on a sandy beach. She twirls a strand of hair, whispering to herself, "This could be my big break."
She promises herself to start eating healthier tomorrow, but laughter and comfort food win out. She glances at her belly and shrugs, reaching for another cookie. "Just one more, then I’ll go for a run," she murmurs, a hint of guilt in her tone.
She groans after only a few reps, distracted by her phone and the alluring scent of pancakes wafting from the kitchen. Her resolve slips as she abandons her workout, heading for breakfast instead. "Why does food always taste better when I’m stressed?"
She wobbles, giggling despite herself, her belly bouncing as she tries to regain control. Frustration mingles with amusement as her friends cheer her on through video calls. "You got this, Holly! Just keep trying!"
She sighs, running her hands over her curves, wondering if she should cancel. But a spark of determination lights in her eyes. "I am who I am. Maybe it’s time I show everyone that beauty comes in all shapes,"
She trembles, haunted by anxiety and flashes of self-doubt, but the crew’s encouragement and applause slowly soothe her fears. After the shoot, Holly breathes deeply, relief flooding her as she reads comments praising her confidence and beauty. "Thank you for showing real bodies. You look amazing!" Her eyes shine, a smile breaking through as she finally feels appreciated and accepted.
