The words, spoken to her back, stung. They stung worse than Jesse's or Samantha's words had. Her steps faltered, her back straightened, and she deliberately raised her chin.
She would have tried a come-back, but nothing immediate rose to mind.
Instead, she kept walking, eventually disappearing out the door. She had intended to try to nibble on a salad or something, and, up until a few moments ago, she had been feeling like she could manage something with a few more calories.
Chelsea's comment, however, had its intended affect and more: Savannah would probably spend the better part of the day in front of the mirror and frantically exercising, trying to keep the imaginary fat at bay.