There are pimples on her shoulder blades, and her face is the same as it always is: snub-nosed, bossy, unremarkable. What must it be like to be one of Jen’s closest friends, calibrating yourself to be appealing in every way and yet never succeeding as much as Jen does without even trying? To have to stand next to her and resign yourself to paling in comparison? Or does she not even notice?
