Ones that have skin stretched taut, so thinly across that you can see every lie they've ever swallowed.
Ones that shake when the body laughs, little waves threatening to spill every emotion.
Ones that are held in, too shy to reveal the extent of their reach. I have found myself reading them -- the depths of the creases, the heights of the curves, the shades of summer that fade with fall. They must mean something. The contents of each were not left to chance, no, but were calculated decisions, influenced by money, desire, and calorie counting apps.
And I wonder, what does my stomach say about me? What did yours say about you?