I marvel at the maturity with which these teenagers approach various complexities of life, and appreciate their honesty in sharing - whether fiction or truth...
Two tired, dark brown eyes staring at me in a familiar, yet strange way. I criticize every inch of my body.
I see my hair curling up against my face as the sweat moistened it.
My fairly wide body covering the whole mirror. My knees, legs and tummy aching, for it is not used to all the exercise it has just done.