There were a lot of things that Annie did not like about being a superhero. Her teachers at the Superhero Academy had nagged her to wear contact lenses, because even if her glasses were the standard Clark Kents, she needed them. She hated the iridescent electric-blue, indigo and violet spandex, though she did like the colors. She didn’t have the figure to carry off form-fitting outfits, having inherited more of her father’s stocky build than her mother’s statuesque long-legged beauty.
It was really easy to get body image issues if you didn’t look like the superheroines in the comic books.
Annie put her head down on her books and tugged on her braids, as if preparing for the ritual tearing-of-hair-and-rending-of-garments, but really to let her scalp relax, because she knew she’d been grinding her teeth and if she kept doing that she was going to have a headache.