“I think if I stand up straight it fills out,” Sadie said.

She pulled her shoulders back, but the fabric bunched up in thick, ugly folds across her stomach.

The dull navy drained all the color out of her skin and made her look tired and small.

I tugged at the back seam, trying to bunch the extra fabric in my fist, but the old thread gave a sharp snap at her waist.

Sadie looked at herself in the cracked mirror on the door.