Insecurities

Would they look at her today? She hated when they looked at her. You could almost feel their distaste in their stares. It wasn't as if they had ever said anything, but their stares said it all.

As most such instances it had a clear beginning: the moment she had been introduced by their boss. What should have been a happy occasion wilted under their glares of disdain. She had almost physically recoiled when she first met those stares.

The crowd of her new coworkers had parted, as if they could feel the glare as well, and hurried out of the way, and the two most dazzling women had walked up to her, and their gaze had said it all: what are you doing here? You will never last! You are not good enough! Loser! Fatty!

There. She admitted it to herself, that's what they said without speaking a word. Those two perfect, skinny, twins. They bore her to the ground with their unspoken accusations: you fat blobby loser!

She had persevered, as you do when you finally get a job after 2 years 3 months and 4 days of searching.