Hopeloos. Heerlik. Hemels.
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.
My flabby arms spread out like a truck against my sticky body. My muscles burning.
I have tried lots of diets before, but none of them made me feel as satisfied as this. It is definitely working.
What is the point of starting something with no intention of finishing it? I think about all their eyes staring at me, the way they tilt their heads and softly let out a laugh...
No, I refuse to focus on them. This is about me now.
I stand in front of the mirror, with a twinkle in my eye. Excited about what tomorrow and the rest of the year holds in store for me.
I am going to pursue my dream. I am going to have a body I can be proud of. I am doing this for me.