Emily
The bags under my eyes are a deep purple color. My skin is pale and blotchy. My hair is frizzy, and my lips are cracked from dehydration. I look like a walking, dead person, a zombie that walks among the living.
I turned to the side and lookay at myself from a different angle, hoping that there will be some kind of site that makes things better. A site that calms my nerves as my ever-changing body develops through its pregnancy with my unborn child. All I see, though, our stretch marks that begin to take form on the skin of my stomach, deep lines are purple and red.
A sigh falls from my lips, and I close my eyes, unable to lookay at myself in the mirror anymore. I lookay so different from before. Everything about me has changed, either I am swollen and puffy or I lookay like I am
