Though she fit once more into her original sixteen-year-old body, wearing it like an old suit, with thin bony arms, a sharp angular jawline, and a face void of wrinkles, Olivia felt empty. Emanating from her womb like an unrelenting cramp forcing her to curl over in anguish, Olivia’s prayers that the pain would subside were endless.
Nicely written (I have no recommended changes!)!