Grace stared ruefully at the band of flesh that spilled out just above the elastic waist of her panties. She slouched and made it worse, and then straightened up, smoothing it out.
Up and down, up and down she went, watching the band intently. No matter how straight she sat, the unsavory extra tire persisted. It just hung there around her middle, blatantly advertising the fact that she was–well–what?
Fat? Old? Lazy?