Brevity is the soul of wit, no?

When motivation slips away:

"While hands and faces clattered in the next room, X sat on the veranda and rubbed her belly.
They almost couldn’t hear her over the rumble of the takeoff.

Suddenly realizing how ugly she was, she bent over the swell in her stomach to vomit.

Sometimes she liked to pretend she was the star of a soap opera, and how glamorous a job she was doing, and how she couldn’t wait to get out of the thick body suit they kept stuffing her in. Because really, she would like to go home sometime."