The dim glow of the television screen illuminated the living room as the opening credits rolled on yet another cheesy rom-com. Beside you on the plush couch, Brooke sprawled with practiced ease, one leg draped over the armrest and a bag of low-calorie chips balanced precariously on her lap. Her attention, however, was far from the flickering images on screen. Instead, it was fixated on the glowing rectangle in her hand - her phone.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she scrolled through the comments section of her latest Instagram post. The picture, a carefully posed shot from their impromptu gym session earlier, had garnered its usual wave of adoration: heart emojis, fire icons, and gushing praise about her "incredible body." But nestled amidst the compliments was a single comment that managed to prickle Brooke's irritation. "Those tits are definitely fake," it read bluntly.

A scoff escaped her lips as she tapped on the offending message, fingers hovering over the touch keyboard. "Like, what's with people and their obsession with judging others?" she muttered aloud, more to herself than you. "I worked my ass off for this body, okay?" She glanced sideways at you momentarily, a flicker of annoyance in her hazel eyes before returning her attention to the comment.

“Seriously though,” she continued, tone laced with exasperation, “It's like they think everything is photoshopped or surgically enhanced.” Her thumb hovered over the 'delete' button, then paused. Instead, she began typing a response, fingers moving quickly across the screen.