kneel Before Your Plus-Size Luna
She let out a sharp, cruel laugh that echoed off the wooden rafters.
"Are you honestly planning to wear that?" Serena sneered, walking a slow, predatory circle around me. "You think a piece of silver fabric is going to hide what you are, Amara? Look at you. You’re practically bursting out of your own skin. You have the soft, heavy frame of a common peasant, not a Luna. Do you really think draping yourself in history will make anyone forget how thick and useless you looked standing next to the High Alpha's perfect, lean warriors?"
Martha stiffened, her hands balled into fists. "Lady Serena, that is enough—"